One thing I discovered while writing my first novel, Choices: Make Me Paranormal, was the need to add sex appeal to many of my male characters. There's Vince, a sexy vampire who was inspired by Zak Bagans of the hit Travel Channel show, Ghost Adventures. Then there's Ian McGreggor, sexy Scotsman warlock with a to-die-for accent. Even minor characters such as Frederick Starke, elder headmaster of the vampire society, is an incredibly sexy character who was inspired by Danny Koker of the hit TV show, Counting Cars.
What can I say? It's hard to write a male character that isn't drool worthy. Maybe book two will feature some ugly – or even average – men, but I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you.
In the meantime, why not read an excerpt from Choices: Make Me Paranormal Book 1:
I always wondered which paranormal being I would choose to be, but never thought I'd be forced to make the decision.
I rubbed my eyes and tried to let them adjust to the room. Though my eyes adjusted quickly, my brain didn't. I wasn't sure where I was, but I was certain I had been kidnapped by someone from the 100 Acre Wood. The bear, rabbit, or pig had some explaining to do. The walls of the room honestly made it appear as if the room was created inside a hollowed out tree. As I raised my hand to touch the wall, there came a gentle knock on the door and an old woman peeped around the opening.
“Oh good, you're awake,” she said coming into the room and closing the door gently behind her. I guessed her age to be around late 60s or early 70s. She had her white hair up in a bun and was wearing a light brown dress that cinched at the waist, but did nothing for her figure. “I'm sure you have many questions, including why you're here.”
Actually, I had been wondering how I got here. I was a very light sleeper and someone shouldn't have been able to move me without waking me.
“All the answers will come in good time, my dear.” She smiled sweetly and clasped her hands together in front of her body, looking quite harmless. “First, why don't you freshen up a bit? Everything you need is in the bathroom, including a fresh set of clothing. Once you're done, I'll be down the path, in the room on your right.”
Something inside nagged at me that I should thank the woman, but another part of me was still in shock about the whole situation so I just stared at her.
“Well, I'll just be going.” And she was gone. Either my eyes hadn't properly adjusted or that woman was damn fast because people don't just disappear...do they? I guess if a stuffed bear could pull off a high-stakes kidnapping, old ladies could also disappear.
Wow, I was really beginning to lose it.
As I climbed from the bed, I found a pair of fuzzy slippers anxiously waiting for my feet. The interior of the slippers was warm and upon standing I found that they were lined with memory foam. It was like walking on air. As I walked past the mirror, I noticed that I must have gotten taller or the furniture was shorter. Then I noticed my feet in the mirror.
“Holy...,” I said as my hand flew to my mouth. I was floating at least six inches above the floor. I immediately kicked the slippers across the room, ran into the bathroom, and locked the door. I stood there for a second feeling relieved, but then I just felt stupid for running from a pair of slippers. I
carefully peeked out the bathroom door and saw the slippers gliding back into place, at the side of the bed. “Eek!” I closed the door back and stumbled backwards into the toilet, which made me scream even louder.
I sat there, on the toilet, slowly trying to gain control over my emotions. Last night had been my 29th birthday party, and while I'm not a drinker, someone must have slipped something into my sweet tea. I rubbed face with both hands and just sat there for a few minutes.
Obviously, I was having a vivid dream. Damn melatonin. Vivid dreams were a common side effect of the medication, but without it, I couldn't sleep at all.
I pulled my hands from my face and stared at the wooden wall before me. I have to admit, my imagination was still in top form. The room looked so real and every detail was perfect. I reached out to touch the wall and it even felt like real wood.
The bathroom was huge for a hollowed out tree. There was a separate Jacuzzi tub and a large shower with a rainfall shower head and numerous jets. Pretty fancy for the forest.
I couldn't help but succumb to the giggle fit that followed. It might have been just a dream, but I was feeling extremely nervous. It was time for this to end. I pinched myself hard enough to leave an angry red spot on my arm. Nothing. I was still lost in the forest. A yellow stuffed bear in a small red shirt had some 'splaining to do, but first I needed to take a shower.
I allowed the water to heat up as I undressed and stepped into the shower. While the rest of the room appeared to be made of wood, the inside of the shower had gorgeous slate tiles. Though it didn't look it from the outside, once in the shower, I felt that it was larger than my small apartment. I just shook my head at the impossible notion and allowed the hot water from the shower head to wash away my anxiety. After all, it didn't look like the old lady wanted to kill me or anything. It was just strange to be whisked away in the middle of the night, instead of being invited.
I opened my eyes and searched for some shampoo, finding three potion-like bottles. The one that was a beautiful shade of lime green was marked shampoo. There was another bottle that contained a creamy purple liquid that I correctly guessed was conditioner. The final bottle contained a hot pink liquid that was labeled body wash. I wondered if it was coincidence that the products were my favorite colors as I uncorked the shampoo bottle.
The fresh lime-orange scent that hit my nose immediately energized me and continued to do so as I massaged the shampoo into my hair and scalp. The conditioner was equally fascinating to smell, with a calming lavender scent. I excitedly uncorked the last bottle and was overwhelmed by the tasty smell of strawberries mixed with fresh cut green apples. It was an intoxicating aroma that left me excited about what was to come from this crazy adventure.
As I toweled off, I searched inside the cabinet and found a new toothbrush and what appeared to be homemade toothpaste. Either someone had guests here often or this had been planned for quite some time. After brushing my teeth and running a brush through my hair, I looked around the room to find a pair of cropped leggings and a t-shirt, which just happened to be my favorite type of outfit. It was an outfit that was comfortable, yet made it appear that I was into being active. Of course, it was a complete lie. I was about as active as a sloth. At least I looked good, I thought as I stared at my cute bottom in the mirror.
Enough getting ready. It was time to find out why I'd been brought there. At that point, I was actually pretty happy about being there. It was certainly an improvement from my boring studio apartment, but that didn't completely squash the anxiety I felt about being kidnapped.
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Cora Maxine lives in Western North Carolina and uses the towns around her as inspiration for her urban fantasy novels. When she's not writing, she can usually be found reading, baking, and spending time with her amazing boyfriend and houseful of pets.
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