You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch…
But, oh I loved him. I felt bad for his green, misshapen body and unfortunate hairstyle, no wonder he was a cranky pants. Which identifies another factor that may have been the root of the Grinch’s hatefulness- he had no pants. That ‘s enough to make anyone a little cranky when you live on a snow-crusted mountain.
Now I must apologize, because if you’re anything like me that song will be stuck in your head all day.
But I digress…villains. Despite the word being one that makes me stop to consider the spelling every time I write it, I have several villains in my novel, Destiny Calling. But I’m only going to talk about one of them today, Drake. I loved writing him. His character came across so clearly in my mind that as I talk about him now I’m glancing over my shoulder fearing he might flash in at any moment.
Several of my readers have told me he was one of their favorite secondary characters in the story. That could be because a few of my villains strongest threats are heavy sarcasm and general creepiness for they, like us all, just want to find their place in the world. Or maim or kill you…
Only Max, the Grinch’s dog, stayed true to him when no one in Whoville wanted anything to do with him. My hero, Griffith, undergoes similar struggles with his relationship with Drake throughout the story because like most villains, Drake’s needs come before anyone else in his mind.
Without further ado, let me introduce you to Drake. Starting with what, rather than who, is Drake? I’d love to tell you a little more about exactly what Drake really is, but that would give away some of the story you discover along with Hope in Destiny Calling. Here’s a little of what he had to say to describe himself while chatting with my heroine, Hope.
“I’m yours…” He winked at me. “…and everyone else’s, worst nightmare.”
“I’m your deepest, darkest fear. I’m your shortcomings, your mistakes, your secrets hidden away.” He ticked his fingers off one by one. “Oh, I know all the dirty little secrets.” He nodded and his long locks swam around his head. “The skeletons in your closets, and…I make sure you never, ever forget them.”
I averted my gaze, absorbing his words. Despite the despair surrounding Drake, he was beautiful, as one can appreciate the beauty and grace of a predator.
Who’s your favorite villain you love to hate? Or hate to love?
Maureen L. Bonatch
A Paranormal Romance from
The Wild Rose Press
Released: December 22, 2014
Key Words: The Wild Rose Press, Kindle, Fantasy, New Release, paranormal, romance, suspense, fantasy, New Adult, demons
Hope Doesn’t Know If The Man She Can Touch Is A Dream Come True, Or A Nightmare Just Beginning.
Hope only wants to find out if her ability to infuse euphoria or despair with her touch makes her the devil’s spawn, or his exterminator. But when the woman who raised her is murdered by something not human, she loses the only family she knew and discovers one she might wish she hadn’t.
Drawn back to the hometown she vowed never to return to, her ability is seen as an asset to everyone but Hope, and she doesn’t know who to trust. Her family wants her to help them overcome an enemy oppressing the human population, while the man of her dreams is courting her for the Underworld.
Time is running out, and Hope’s choice may be made for her, as she discovers she’s a pawn in a bigger game played by a merciless ruler who doesn’t lose.
I strained to release my arm from Griffith’s vise-like grip while scanning the surrounding trees, trying to determine which was less of a threat, the beast of a man holding me or those who might be waiting for me in the woods.
“You will come inside, now.” Griffith spoke slowly and deliberately as if I were a small child.
I batted at the hand Griffith placed on my head. “I’m not a puppy, quit petting me.”
“I will protect you.” Griffith’s warm breath caressed my ear. “If for no other reason, to find out what I’m giving up and why she wants you so badly.”
I inhaled his masculine scent, like musky earth. It washed over my face, and the tension in my jaw released. I stopped struggling. “Are you the devil?” My tongue was thick and heavy so the words came out slurred.
“Not even close.” His words soothed and comforted, like having a weighted blanket cocoon me. Each movement was an effort. It wasn’t the same as the thing in the woods. This was more like the feeling after a long massage or bubble bath.
“It’s not safe.” Griffith wrapped his arms around me, and I rested against his broad chest.
“It’s not safe.” I nodded. My muscles relaxed and my eyelids grew heavy.
“It’s cold. We’re going inside.” Griffith kept his arm supporting me as he steered me toward the house.
“We’re going inside.” I parroted and walked up the steps, leaning heavily on him.
Out of the corner of my eye, something was cautiously moving at the edge of the woods. Branches snapped as whatever was observing us crept closer.
About the Author:
Penning stories boasting laughter, light suspense and something magical in the hope of sharing her love of finding the extraordinary in the ordinary world.
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