1. Hi Erzabet! Great to have you here! Your
story "Dark Hunger" appears in the Zombie anthology Coming Together: Hungry for Love. Zombies
are big lately! What is it about
zombies that appeals to you as a writer and a reader?
I love to write about
the things that scare me. As a kid, the one movie that I could not watch
without getting nightmares was Night of
the Living Dead. It absolutely creeped me out. Somewhere along the line,
the fear turned to fascination and now I am a confirmed Walking Dead addict. Some of my favorite zombie authors are Dana
Fredsti, Diana Rowland, Max Brooks, Jonathan Maberry and Scott Kenemore. These
guys know how to make those zombies rock.
Writing zombies in an
erotica setting was one of the biggest challenges I have faced, and
coincidentally the first piece of erotic fiction that I had published. I
blended a bit of humor, a scary dating scenario and a serial killer who picks
the wrong girl to mess with.
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Excerpt from Dark Hunger:
"You were supposed to wait in
the car." He said in a harsh voice. "God you look gorgeous when
you're pissed like that." His smile had a hint of eroticism. "Come here."
Reaching out, he pulled her against
him roughly, this time brooking no refusal. Nuzzling her ear, he pinned her
arms to her sides. Instinct told her to fight. The bastard had no right when he
scared her that way, but it was hard to be angry when his lips met hers and his
tongue seared a blazing path down the side of her neck . Oh God. Whatever cares she had moments before
evaporated. This was what she wanted. Months of
recovery and an over active imagination had primed her for this moment.
She had lusted after him since she saw his picture on the dating pages, images
of him naked, cock straining against her, had battered her thoughts like a very
naughty daydream. Her soft curves molded
against the warm hardness of his body and she realized her desires were about
to become more real than she had ever imagined. His lips nibbled along the curve of her neck
and she absolutely ached for his touch.
Moaning, she pressed herself closer.
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2. Serial killers and zombies? My knees are knocking already! In
your Amazon bio, you reveal that you enjoy scary movies. Have scary movies
influenced your writing and do you have a favorite?
Yes. They definitely have. Growing
up, my parents didn’t like me watching horror movies, so of course that meant
watching them whenever I could. Dracula with
Frank Langella is a movie that has always stuck with me. The raw nature of his
seductions was molten on my teenage heart. It inspired many nights plucking
away on the old typewriter. Fright Night was
another favorite. So much so that I even have the soundtrack.
3. Ooh, I remember Fright Night! Chris Sarandon was awesome in the first one. Of course, Colin Farrell was no slouch in the remake. Your
story "Holidays in Hell" from the anthology Milk and Cookies and Handcuffs blends kink, Christmas and demons!
What inspired you to write this story?
Being that I tend to gravitate to
darker waters, the anthology theme of Christmas and kink appealed to me. Could
I do it? I love BDSM stories. Could I write one? Sure. Then I thought about
what would be one of the most ironic holiday fixations ever-a demon with a
fetish for Christmas ornaments. The story was born.
Writing erotica really started for
me when I read 50 Shades and knew
that I had stories and daydreams that were similar, only more based in what
BDSM is really about. The pairing of BDSM with a supernatural element worked
for this story, but I did wish I had more time to flesh it out more.
Excerpt:
"It's twisted." Mallory
sniped out, her tone coolly disapproving. Grabbing Jonas by the arm, they
trudged down the main street of the Old Towne shopping district, dodging
tourists and rabid consumers on a mission. "You have lost your mind. Here?
Seriously?"
Holiday music piped through the air
and the smell of chestnuts roasting wafted towards them. The Carver Hills Old
Towne Winter Carnival was in full force and it warmed Jonas’s soul to see it.
Throwing caution to the wind, he let out another burst of energy and sent it
spiraling into the crowd. What could it hurt? He was here on a shopping
expedition of his own and it wasn’t for the latest transforming doll or gadget.
Nope. Lust. Just a little. He was hungry.
Lust
was, after all, his personal vice of the seven deadlies. It really didn't
matter the form. It was usually sex that got people into trouble, but any old
lust would do. And right now, he was indulging in a little proclivity of his
own. Christmas. Twinkling lights. Tacky reindeer yard ornaments. Tinsel.
Garlands. Ah, the things you could do with a garland. A little tricky rope work
and a willing partner and you had yourself your own little version of a bondage
Christmas carol. A happy smile tilted up the corner of his mouth. It was funny
as Hell, really. A lust demon with a fetish for Christmas ornaments. He sent a
little preemptive tickle out into the crowd and felt a slap on the back of his
head.
"You are one sick bastard,
Jonas." Mallory smoothed her hands down her shapely form, trying her best
to look angelic and not succeeding for a second. Jonas had to resist the twinge
of jealousy that flared. It was like shooting fish in a barrel for her. Men’s eyes followed her every move, even in
the thick of the holiday shopping frenzy. She drank in their stares, using
their emotions like an appetizer. That was a succubus for you; always showing
their curves to their best advantage. The problem with Mallory was she usually
succeeded and he hadn’t had a bite in months. It was starting to wear on his
nerves.
"At least you could have a
thing for Halloween like a normal demon." She gave him a look like he was
shit on the bottom of her daintily shaped boot.
"No. Not you. It has to be
candy canes and sleigh bells." She shuddered. "Sick."
Mallory muttered to herself and craned her
head around him to scope out the action. She jerked her head up with a
triumphant smile and he groaned inwardly. He was not in the mood to watch her
pick at her food. Not tonight. He had his own hot mess to worry about. Like
finding his own dinner. Alone.
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4. Your
bio also mentions your "furry children." Can you tell us about them?
We love furries here at The Divas of Desire.
I am a devoted dog mom
to a horde of little furry hair beasts. They pretty much rule my life. From a
psychotic Great Dane to a little Chihuahua mix, my life is never boring. The
star of the show has to be Taddy, the little Chihuahua. He is my little man and
we are always together whenever I’m home. The term Velcro puppy completely
applies. Some of the best moments of my day are at breakfast when he perches on
my leg while I am trying to eat my cereal in hopes that I will share a nibble
or two. The other is at bedtime when he attaches himself to my side while I
read and then curl up to sleep. He has the sweetest personality ever and is a
talker with his chuffing and adorable little howling when my husband teases
him.
The picture below is
from last Christmas when I was making a headband for my niece and Taddy helped
me model it, much to his horror.
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| This little guy is Tadpole, sporting Erzabet's latest crocheted creation! |
5. Aww, Taddy looks adorable! What a good sport he is! And congratulations on your newest release, Beltane Fires! Can you tell us more
about it? We're all ears!
Sure! Here is the blurb:
A recent breakup has left Ceri
alone on her birthday. Her friends, Alex and Fiona, spirit her away to a
Beltane festival guaranteed to light up her night. When everyone at the event
seems to be a couple, Ceri ventures out for a walk along a wooded path.
In the darkness, the Forest Lord
has come to find his May Queen. He is everything she ever dreamed of in a
lover, but is she willing to take the leap?
Excerpt:
"Good
eve, little witch." The man moved toward her, his shoulders wide and solid
as molded bronze. He carried himself with a commanding air of self-importance
and her inner core began to liquefy. Already molten from the ministrations of
the nymphs, she was aching to feel his touch. Tall, handsome, with a
beautifully proportioned body, he was completely naked. His hair was a mass of
brown curls and a crown of antlers graced his brow. A forest lord coming to
claim her on a wild Beltane night. Desire shivered through her, and Ceri felt
her nipples pebble with lust.
"Good
evening." Ceri struggled to look him in the face when her eyes kept
traveling down toward his now erect cock. His dark eyes were framed by a
handsomely square face and his lips turned up with amusement as if he could
read the inner turmoil of her mind.
"This
a wild night to walk these woods alone, fair one." He moved purposefully
closer and his rigid member bobbled as he walked. Ceri felt her mouth go dry.
Her eyes met his in startled surprise as his warm hand brushed her cheek and
trailed down the edge of her left breast, cupping it in his palm. How had he
gotten here so fast?
"You
are mine." Reflected light glimmered over his face with molten radiance as
he stepped in and his lips claimed hers.
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Erzabet, thanks so much for being here today! It's been so much fun. Say hi to Taddy for us and we wish you much luck and many sales with your new release!
Erzabet
Bishop has been crafting stories since she could first pound keys on her
parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more
fun writing on the dark side. She is a contributing author to Milk &
Cookies & Handcuffs, a holiday kink anthology, Smut by the Sea Volume 2,
Hell Whore Volume 2 and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of
the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires. She lives in Texas with her husband,
furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.
Follow
her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop
And don't forget her blog, Erzabet's Enchantments!
And don't forget her blog, Erzabet's Enchantments!
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Thanks for hosting me! Love the blog! :)
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Thanks so much for participating, Erzabet. It's been awesome!
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