I am so excited to have author Seleste deLaney at my blog today. I’ve known Seleste online for many years now, as a friend, an editor at my ex-employer, and as partners in eviltry at the Evil League of Evil Writers. Today she’s sharing a guest post for her blog tour to promote her newest release Kiss of Life (which I helped work on!) and talking about one of my favourite characters in the book, Remy.
Please join me in welcome Seleste, and if you dig well-written, super sexy urban fantasy, check out her Blood Kissed series.
Have you ever noticed how many vampires are musicians? And why not? They have all that time on their hands to learn new things, why not instruments, right? Honestly, vampires are in kind of ideal situations to position themselves as rock stars for several reasons:
- Sure a mere mortal can learn to play an instrument or twelve, but how many of them have the time to become great at all of them? Not many. Vampires have centuries to learn and practice.
- Another thing they have time for? Linguistics. Not only can they build a huge vocabulary in their native tongue, they have time to learn multiple languages. Bilingual artists, eat your hearts out, our vampire rockstars can sing in a dozen languages without missing a beat.
- I’m talking musical influence here. Sure, anyone can sample from Motown, but when you’re talking vampires, they’ll be taking their influence from generations of music. Mozart-inspired rock music? I could totally get behind that.
- Vampires spend their lives learning to blend in and hide. They are consummate actors.
- Eternal (or at least lengthy) youth. Have you looked at Jon Bon Jovi lately? Other than the hair, he looks almost the same as he did in the early 90s. Yes, I think he’s a vampire. Yes, it makes me like him even more.
- Sleep all day, party all night, it’s fun being a rock star…er, I mean vampire. Let’s face it, there’s not really another career path as well suited to a creature of the night as being a rock star.
- Another win for the undead is the clothes. Rock stars are allowed—and often encouraged—to dress outlandishly. So a guy showing up in a peacock feathered jacket one day and a top hat and studded tailcoat the next isn’t really that crazy…if he’s a rock god.
- No one cares if a rock star keeps odd hours or behaves weirdly. We expect it. What better hiding place than out in the open but draping oneself in layers and sunglasses?
- Okay, not all vampires have magic, but think about one who does and if they can imbue their voice with it. A vampire could have half the modern world under their spell before the first chorus. Now that’s power.
I get asked sometimes why I made Remy a rock star. After all, he doesn’t perform that often in the Blood Kissed books. The easy answer is that I modeled him after a musician, but that’s not the whole truth. You see, that list of things up there? That’s Remy in spades. He’s the character who likes to keep everyone around him guessing, so he embraces “rock god” like it’s the title he was born for.
Or would that be died for?
About Kiss of Life:
The vampire’s curse has been awakened, and Jocelyn has no choice but to accept her destiny as the Blood Kissed—the one destined to destroy the vampires…or rule them. While Max and Chad want to help her reach her full potential, not all of the supernaturals share their plan.
The Council of Elders, a crazed sorcerer assassin, and a vampire hunter out for revenge have driven Jocelyn into hiding. She and her ragtag army have holed up in the forests of Michigan’s upper peninsula to get ready for the fight. If training is any indication, they should be ready for war by the time she turns fifty.
But no one is going to let her wait that long. War is nigh, the death toll is rising, and when Michigan’s most famous harbinger of doom shows up on the scene, the army of the Blood Kissed is hoping for a miracle, praying to be graced with a little kiss of life…
At a young age, Seleste deLaney discovered the trick to not being afraid of the monsters under the bed was to turn them into heroes. Since that time, she’s seen enough of human monsters that she prefers to escape to fictional worlds where even the worst demons have to play by the rules and the good guys might end up battered and bruised (or dead), but they always win. And really, isn’t that the way it should be?
She resides in the Detroit area with all her favorite monsters (nice ones—some are furry and the others call her Mom) and is hard at work on her next book. In those rare moments when she isn’t battling terrorists, vampires, or rogue clockworks, she can be found all over the Internet, where she loves to interact with readers.
Visit Seleste online at www.selestedelaney.com