A Side of Sexy & Sinister with Guest Blogger: K.B. Cutter

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I'd like to thank Kerri for the opportunity to blog at Book Boosts Blogs Dark Day's of Demons October Event (Whew, say THAT five times fast). Most generous and brave of her and I apologize in advance for lowering the property value of her digs with my presence here today.

My sincere apologies to Mr. Andy Williams, however, I submit: October is the most wonderful time of the year. Forget St. Nick, 'Tis the Season of the Witch that brings a devilish grin to my face.

The cool, crisp days of fall make way for the pointed chill, like the tip of a finely honed knife, of an autumn evening.

What lurks in the shadows and glides over the rustle of dead leaves in the wind, all under the baleful glare of a harvest moon?

Many things that go bump in the night.

And grind.

Well, I do enjoy spicy, dark tales, and some of my stories have an erotic element (or two or three) sprinkled throughout, so naturally, my inclination is toward the sensual allure of the night, the dark side of humanity.

Why? Truthfully, the answer is complex. Simply put, we MUST dip our toes into that murky, primordial pool of emotion. Either vicariously, through literature and film or viscerally, in dark times of war and strife. To completely sever ties with the black beast that dwells deep in our subconscious is to lose what makes us human. It reminds us of how far we have evolved.

Also, the paranormal is HOT!

Modern romantic literature has taken Vampires and Werewolves, once scary, bloodthirsty monsters and made these conflicted beings sexy and addictively desirable.

Undying love, eternal passion, chiseled Alpha males and kick ass heroines are wildly popular in the romance genre. With good reason, many of these stories are fast paced and scorching hot reads.

There is a sub genre in the paranormal pantheon of creatures spawned from obsidian depths making their way into our collective hearts (while mostly not trying to eat them!) and that is the Demon.

The mere word conjures up ghastly images of Hell-spawned monstrosities clawing their way from the lowly depths of the Inferno.

These modern demons, created by author's vivid imaginations, are fast becoming sexualized beings, in a myriad of tantalizing ways. The days of fire and brimstone belching Beelzebubs and Asmodues are waning.

The Demon is a hottie. (Pun thoroughly intended!)

While demons do have roots in mythology both ancient and postmodern, it is a tempting canvass for authors to paint their own portraits of demon lore. The conventional restrictions of vampire and werewolves have been thoroughly documented in literature and the cinema; it's often quite difficult to escape from these preconceived notions of how these beings should behave, interact, limitations and all.

Demons, on the other hand, have some more room to negotiate the narrative landscape. The possibilities for world building and character creation seem almost limitless.

I've tweaked the traditional paranormal genre, adding my own creations to the mythological mix, while adding a dash of biblical lore and iconography.

The result is one kick-ass heroine- Chalice Noire. Born of demon blood and Fallen Angel, her conflicted genetic make up, I hope provides dramatic tension as well as fast-paced action, in a world shadowed by the coming End Times.

Blurb:

Shadows lengthen over the world. Turmoil rages.

Something evil this way comes...

Emotionally conflicted avenger Chalice Noire, product of an unholy union between demon and angel, is a slayer to the forces of darkness. Employed by shadowy benefactors in Rome, her sect is commanded by fallen angel Nikolai Voss, whose allegiance is not to the church but to the flame of vengeance that burns within.

But Chalice possesses a holy relic, a Weapon of the Mass, Nikolai desperately craves, and he will stop at nothing to retrieve it, destroying anything or anyone, including his own soul.
Renegade vampire Adam Blake is a recluse, attempting to bury his troubled past and the tortured memory of his former lover, Chalice Noire, in America's last frontier: the Alaskan wilderness.

Armageddon looms, the agents of light and darkness gather forces. The battle to be fought not on the sands of prophecy, but in the rugged beauty of Alaska, where Chalice and Adam once again cross paths. Can they reconcile their past to save humanity's future?


Excerpt (**Be warned: language & violent content**):

The thing that called itself Dominic transformed. The leather jacket and jeans began to smoke and burn as the clothing fell to ashes on the floor. Muscles flexed under coarse, bile green, scaly flesh. Its penis swung pendulously, thickening rapidly; the bulbous head soon rose a foot above the creature's muscled abdomen.

Chalice's gaze fell upon the pulsating organ.

"For an incubus, you have a really small dick."

The demon's laugh was like sand poured off a gravedigger's shovel.

"The succu-bitch has a sense of humor after all."

Rage consumed her. Chalice charged forward, her lips pulled back, snarling like a she-wolf.

This loathsome thing would soon regret its mocking words. The demon roared, shattering the panes of glass in the doors. Chalice feinted left then quickly sprinted to the right, as if a quarterback dodging the sack. The incubus slashed with its talons, ripping the back of her dress. Its nails raked her flesh. Chalice cried out in pain as she leapt for the dagger, sliding across the floor on her stomach. She managed to clasp the hilt when the demon lashed out again, ripping more fabric and flesh.

Chalice could smell her skin burning, could feel her back wet with her own blood. The incubus lunged as Chalice flipped onto her back, the agony from the cauterized wounds making her eyes water. The demon attempted to straddle her, its impossibly long, thick erection pulsated menacingly over her. She swung the blade, intent on severing the horrid appendage, when a voice exploded inside of her head.

Chalice!

The arc of the blade slowed, giving the demon enough time to jerk back. The dagger sliced the incubus's legs, causing it to cry out in a combination of pain and a sound she could only assume came from relief that she had not lopped off its prized organ.

The wounds on the demon's legs burned. The stench of rotting flesh filled the room.

"You cunt, you fucking impure blooded she-bitch!" The demon wailed, snatching the dagger from her weakened hand. Chalice's mind reeled. Chaotic images flashed in her mind. She knew that voice. Saw his face. Why did he call to her now?

The incubus slashed at her abdomen. The blade sliced a thin, surgically red straight line stretched across her stomach. Blood began to seep from the laceration.

The demon's flesh continued to burn. Tendrils of smoke wafted from the cuts on its legs.

He loomed over her, the dagger blade pointed downward. The demon's face contorted in agony and rage. Chalice tried to fight the lethargy in her body. She knew it wanted to finish her off, drive the dagger into her chest, stake her to the floor like a butterfly to cork board.

She was not going out like this, on her back.

Helpless.

She was the hunter, not the prey.

Chalice screamed, throwing her hands up, if she had to grasp the blade, severing her fingers, so be it. She would fight this sex-crazed piece of filth from hell with every ounce of strength she could muster.

She heard the crunch of broken glass and the sound of muffled . . . gunshots. Or was it the ocean slapping the shoreline? The demon growled as the dagger came down. Chalice saw the red and black brimstone eyes of the beast ablaze with pure undiluted hatred. Chalice reached for the blade, her gaze locking with the demons.

The incubus jerked. Its body twitched. Small bits of flesh exploded into greenish-black mists off its body.

The dagger continued its downward spiral, and as Chalice swatted it away, she thought she heard tiny coffin nails clinking on the floor.

Want More K.B.?

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