Something about this time of year makes me want to read my favorite classic horror stories again. There are too many great ones to list, so I’d like to share my top three and I hope you’ll also share yours.
3) Hop Frog by Edgar Allan Poe — I love stories of revenge, and this is one of the best.
2) Frankenstien by Mary Shelley — This is one of my favorites because the most monstrous character isn’t the creature.
1) The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux– This book has everything–suspense, romance, and a main character with a fascinating past.
Which classic horror stories are your favorites?
Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas, and novels.
When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, spending time with her family and pets, and running the Compelling Beasts Blog, dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes and paranormal creatures. She also writes under the name Saloni Quinby. Visit her online at http://www.kate-hill.com.
Excerpt from Handsome Bastard
Leotine awoke not even fully aware of having drifted to sleep. She must have collapsed sometime during the extended lovemaking session that would have challenged the stamina of a champion gladiator. Her entire body ached from overindulgence in carnal pleasures, and she’d loved every moment. That terrified her.
Since arriving at this villa, she no longer knew herself. If she didn’t leave soon, she would be completely lost to Cyprian.
He lay beside her. By the sound of his breathing and the perfectly relaxed expression on his handsome face, he was deeply asleep.
Her pulse skipped. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. He had finally trusted her enough to leave himself vulnerable to attack.
A glance across the room revealed the sword still leaning against the wall. She left the bed, careful not to wake him.
She glanced at the armband and remembered how happy she’d been when he had returned home after just a few short days away. She had to end this. Now.
Leotine removed the armband and placed it on the table near the bed. She drew a deep breath and released it slowly as she crossed the room on shaky legs. Frustration and anger flooded her. She had never been weak like this before. Cyprian should be just another kill, or rather one she wanted more than any other. To destroy him would earn her great respect within the ranks of We Who Serve Humanity.
Fixing her thoughts on duty, she grasped the sword and lifted it, noting it was small enough for her to handle easily. It was as if the sword was meant for her to use. She glanced across the room, half expecting to find him staring at her, yet he remained asleep on his back.
She returned to the bed and gazed at his face that had become so comfortably familiar and his body that had given her such pleasure.
Now, Leotine, or else you will never have the nerve again.
Careful to not touch him and keep her breathing under control, she straddled him, her weight balanced on her knees. Using both hands she raised the sword above her head, point down so she could easily drive it through his chest.