Villains - How Bad Do You Want It?

Having done some very (VERY) minor acting, I can tell you nothing beats playing the villain.   When else can you sink your teeth into being as bad as you wanna?  Role around in unmitigated fiendishness?  Sure, you're usually vanquished in the end, but in the meantime, you get to commit full-on chaos.

Writing villains is nearly as much fun.  Getting into that mindset to commit nefarious acts against society ... it makes up for all those times when I act civilized in the face of others' assholery. 

Writing Ash Moday, the villain of Unholy Union, was definitely a lot of fun.  He's not just bad, he's an infernal being, an incubus.  For those of you unfamiliar with the profane, an incubus is a demon of lust.  Hmm ... villain, evil, sex.  Yep, that checklist works for me.

Here's an excerpt from Unholy Union, now available in e-book from New Concepts Publishing.  Enjoy my bad boy.

    He kissed her before speaking again.  "In my hands you can’t fail.  I'll keep you and guard you, guide you and raise you on high.  In return, you'll write beautifully and feed me until your body fails you."
    She moaned as he thrust powerfully into her, taking her on that sweet journey to ecstasy.  It felt so good, so perfect … but looking into Ash's face, something didn't seem right.
    His face looked thinner somehow.  His incisors appeared sharp, like the canines of a dog.  And his blue eyes swam in a reddish mist, almost as if they were glowing.  As he plunged in and out of her helpless body, Ash began to look more like a stranger disguised as Ash.  A dangerous stranger, predatory with greedy hunger, looking to devour her alive.
    Even his voice sounded different, the growling voice of a brutish beast that had learned the trick of speech.  "Together we will fly like angels for a moment, drowning in rapture few will ever experience.  I will give you a taste of heaven even as you descend into the bowels of hell."
    He jackhammered his hips against her, bringing her close to explosive orgasm.  Terror didn't rob her of the coming rapture; indeed it seemed to add to the thrill.  A sense of doom was descending, and Elaine imagined that if she gave into the climax stampeding towards her she would be lost forever.
    "Ash, please, you're scaring me," she sobbed.
    The red-eyed creature riding her mercilessly smiled down on her, driving her ever closer to crescendo.  "Don't be frightened," it said in that growling voice.  "Give yourself to me, Elaine.  Surrender completely and know ecstasy so profound even death cannot frighten you away."