I was brought up on two types of shows–science fiction and monster movies. My mother was a vampire fan, and even as a young child I remember watching vampire movies with her. Unlike werewolves, vampires didn’t frighten me. Even the creepiest ones never gave me nightmares. I thought they were fascinating. I loved their power and their magical abilities.
The first vampire books I ever read were Dracula by Bram Stoker and Hotel Transylvania by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro. The first movie vampire I fell in love with was George Hamilton’s Dracula in Love at First Bite.
When I wrote, it made perfect sense to have vampires in my stories, both as heroes and villains.
Even now, after so many years of watching vampire movies and reading and writing about vampires, I’m still not tired of them. They’ve always been my favorite paranormal creature and it looks like they always will be.
What is your favorite paranormal creature and why?
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
It seemed Cyprian Augustus was more powerful than she’d realized. Somehow he had infiltrated her thoughts, though Leotine was one of the few mortals with a firm grasp of mind control.
“Please,” she continued, thrusting aside her carnal fantasies and steeling herself to continue the charade until his beautiful, demonic eyes closed forever. “What will you do with me?”
“That depends on you. You may go or you may stay.”
“As a slave?”
“As a very personal slave.”
Leotine’s mouth went dry and her heart fluttered. Other than her annoying lust for him, this was going well. Too well. Was this some sort of trap? Though he seemed kind, historical records of his life said otherwise. He was cunning, this blood-drinker, so she must remain cautious.
“Personal?” she asked, keeping her expression guileless. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I think you do.” He ran his hand up her arm, his fingertips stroking in a feather-light but oh-so-stimulating manner. His fingers curved around her elbow and his thumb traced tender circles over her inner arm, his touch soothing yet arousing. Little ripples of pleasure darted through her. “Still, let me explain. I have slaves who run my stables, Leotine. Slaves who cook and wash and tend the gardens. I have slaves who make wine and others who do the marketing. Then I have slaves who see to my more important needs.”
“What could be more important than…” Her voice faded as he leaned closer until his lips almost touched hers. Those bewitching eyes blinked slowly, seductively. She felt the heat of his body. All she had to do was raise her hand the slightest bit to touch him.
“There are. Believe me.”
“I would think a man like you wouldn’t need slaves to fulfill such duties. You could have a wife, lovers.”
“Hassles. You will find me to be a generous master, Leotine.”
“If I refuse, what will you do? Beat me as my last master did? Perhaps return me to him so he can finish what he started?”
“Courageous words from a woman in your position.”
Leotine lowered her gaze, concentrating on keeping her breathing slow and steady. It had been stupid to bait him in any way. She was supposed to play the part of a meek, abused slave faced with scratching out a living on the streets of Rome.
“I admire bravery in women and men alike,” he continued. “And I will grant you a reply to your rather imprudent question. I will not beat you, nor will I return you to Julius Titus. You will be free to go. However, I will point out that staying is to your benefit. My personal slaves are treated very, very well.” He edged even closer.