Monday, December 17, 2012

Blog Marathon: Demon Hunting in a Dive Bar


What is the working title of your book?  Demon Hunting in a Dive Bar (My favorite title yet!)

Where did the idea come from for the book? I was kicking around the idea of a supernatural bar for the series when I attended RWA in Disney World.  Some of us went out to eat at a restaurant and our waitress was this long-legged, smoky voiced brunette and I thought, “There she is.  That’s Beck, the heroine of my demonoid bar book.”

What genre does your book fall under? Southern fried paranormal romance.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie? Jason Momoa from “Conan,” and a twenty-something Rachel Weisz. (Think the first Mummy movie)

What is a one sentence synopsis of your book? The tough demonoid owner of a dive bar for supernaturals and the sexy demon hunter thorn-in-her-side join forces to defeat the evil that threatens humans and supernaturals alike.

Will your book be self published or represented by an agency? The book is published by Kensington and the release date is January 31, 2013!  I am repped by Jill Marr of the Sandra Dijkstra Literary Agency.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? A solid year.  I am SLOW.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Take “Fried Green Tomatoes” and “True Blood” and squish them together, and that’s what I write.

Who or What inspired you to write this book? I love Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series.  I wanted to something that combines romance, humor, and magic.

What else about your book might interest the reader? The book features shape shifters, a vegetarian zombie, a feline harbinger of doom called the Wampus Kitty, and hunky immortal warriors.

Here is an excerpt.  In this scene, Beck, the heroine of Demon Hunting in a Dive Bar, is a guest at a fancy wedding and w-a-a-y out of her comfort zone:

  

The bar was all Beck knew, all she’d ever known. She’d been serving drinks before she was ten, running the office and ordering supplies for her dad by the age of thirteen. She knew how to talk down a mean drunk and break up a fight. But she didn’t know how to mingle with townies, and she sure as hell didn’t know how to make small talk at a wedding.
She looked around. The fellowship hall of the Episcopal church was narrow and long with arched windows along both sides and gleaming wooden floors. Candles glowed softly in the windowsills amid glossy bunches of magnolia leaves and white ribbons. At the far end of the room in front of three windows, two enormous wedding cakes commanded center stage. Additional cloth-covered tables flanked the wedding cakes, groaning under the weight of silver trays laden with a mouthwatering array of hors d’oeuvres, and a champagne fountain sparkled in one corner. Beck didn’t recognize half the fancy food on the platters. It was a far cry from bar food; that was for sure. Not a chili cheese dog or a chicken wang in sight.

The noise level in the crowded room was incredible. Guests swirled around the loaded tables in impatient eddies, eager for the happy couples to appear. Beck caught snatches of conversations as people brushed by. The subject of football reigned supreme, followed by talk of the wedding and the food.
Beck hung back near the door that led into the church garden, uncomfortably aware that she did not belong here.

She caught several curious stares directed her way and wondered if she was overdressed. She’d been to exactly one other wedding in her life, and that had been her dad’s, a simple ceremony at a country church with a preacher and a few friends. Not a formal society affair like this.
Although she’d never lived in the city limits or gone to school in Hannah, she recognized a lot of the guests from the “What’s Going On In Town?” section of the local paper. Folks with money and comfortable, predictable lives; steeped in a sense of belonging and an unshakeable knowledge of who they were and their place in the scheme of things.

She, on the other hand, ran a bar on the river for demonoids. She had plenty of society, just not the elegant kind.

Beck took another quick look around. The fairies ignored her and swarmed around the wedding cakes in an ecstasy of anticipation. Fairies obviously liked sugar. Now would be a good time to try to sneak out, while the little stink bugs were distracted.

Pasting a wide smile on her face for the benefit of anyone who might be looking, Beck edged closer to the exit. The fairies were trilling a song in their thin, little voices. “A Rhapsody to Wedding Cake,” most likely, Beck surmised. It was only a guess, because she didn’t speak fairy. The norms, of course, were clueless.
She eased closer to the door. She’d make a run for it, and hope like hell Silverbell didn’t catch her and gobsmack her with fairy dust again. She’d sat through the ceremony. She’d be damned if she’d stick around for the rest of this nauseating crap.

She scooted a little closer to freedom.
“You look lovely,” a deep voice said, stopping her in her tracks.

Beck whirled around and almost fell off her princess shoes. It was Conall, looking all bad boy and delicious in a perfectly tailored dark suit and a blazing white dress shirt, open at the neck. She’d never seen him in daylight or in a well-lit room, for that matter. Until now, that is, and it was something of a shock to her system.
Something of a shock? Try 9.0 on the Richter scale.

The Dalvahni demon hunter pain-in-her-ass was a total babe.
Boy, that really pissed her off.

 

8 comments:

M.V.Freeman said...

*love* this Lexie,

The description of your stories is like "Cross between Frid Green Tomatoes and True Blood" is awesome!

Gotta read it now.....

Shanna Roberson said...

I actually discovered Lexi when I was looking for something to fill the void once the Sookie Stackhouse series ends. I fell head over heels with her witty humor and strong heroine. :)

Lexi said...

Thanks, Mary! It's hard to encapsulate your baby in one line, isn't it?

Lexi said...

Shanna, you have made my day! Many thanks.

Louisa Cornell said...

I remember that Disney World trip and the waitress! It is so cool to see "her" book finished! I can't WAIT to read this one. Every time I read 'Wampus Kitty' I laugh. This is such a great series. I hope it goes on forever!

Lexi said...

Thanks, Louisa! She was such an uber cool gal. That's the cool thing about writing, IMO: you find inspiration everywhere!

Meda White said...

I'm reading DHitDS now. I'll be ready for DHiaDB when it gets here. Yay! I like the actors you would choose to play the roles. When I read about Conall, I saw Khal Drogo/Conan- insert slurpy noise here.

Lexi said...

Meda, I am a HUGE George R.R. Martin geek, so I know just what you mean about Khal Drogo. Sigh! That boy is so ugly . . . NOT!