I love the supernatural. And I’m not just talking about the television show with the two hot brothers (although, how can you not love Jensen Ackles?) called Supernatural. Paranormal creatures are fascinating to read and write about. Vampires, werewolves, witches—what’s not to love? Of all the magical beasties out there in book land, I find succubi and incubi among the most interesting paranormal creatures to read (and write) about.
They offer instant lust, which tends to come with instant trouble and conflict. The personalities of the characters behind the species vary widely. Some embrace their heritage wholeheartedly, while others tend to avoid it, or ignore it as much as they can. The “embrace-versus-resist” mentality many times stems from whether a character was born what they are, or made that way.
Marisol, the main character of my new book, Succubus Lost, is a succubus. She is also a detective in the Chicago Police Department’s paranormal unit, and the older sister of a rather traumatized young woman named Elaine. Born a succubus, Marisol is used to her lot in life. Men view her species in one of two ways: with obvious interest or barely-veiled suspicion.
Dealing with this reality her whole life has made Marisol a pretty tough cookie—an attribute she needs in order to deal with Costa.
Agent Valerio Costa from the OWEA (think FBI, but for paranormal cases) is working with Marisol to help her find her missing sister. His initial stance on succubi is quite clear, especially after Marisol uses her charm to get information from a potential witness. Marisol doesn’t shy away from a verbal match with Costa.
I gave the man a small wave as we exited the office and suppressed a smile as he stumbled over his words into the phone.
I put my blazer back on when the cool fall air surrounded me, and I walked in front of Costa to the sidewalk that led down into the library. As I approached the door, he grabbed my arm, just under my shoulder, and pulled me to a stop. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm.
“What?” I asked, angling my shoulder away from him so he’d release me.
He let go, and his arm grazed my breast as his hand fell away. I took in a quick breath and glared at him.
“What the hell was that?” His voice was cold, but not void of emotion.
“Excuse me?” My mouth dropped open and I snapped it shut, ignored the way my pulse skipped faster under his gaze.
“Do you really think flirting while on the job is appropriate?” Anger coated his tone, giving it a hard edge. “I’d think you could feed your desires on your own time.”
Heat flared in my chest and rushed up to my face. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Come on, any idiot could tell that you were coming on to that little weasel.”
“An idiot might think that, yes,” I hissed. I spun around and marched through the library doors.
And while Marisol isn’t afraid to use her magnetism when questioning suspects and trying to solve cases, she also doesn’t see her “gift” as anything special. After all, it isn’t something she earned. It’s something she was simply lucky enough to be born with.
“You can still laugh, you know,” Costa said. “It’s not betraying her to not be in mourning every second of every day.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Besides, you’re beautiful when you laugh.” He cleared his throat. “Not that you’re not always—beautiful, I mean.”
“Yeah, well, that doesn’t exactly separate me from the crowd, now does it?” I said, suddenly more angry than happy about his compliment.
“I’m a succubus,” I said, keeping my voice down to avoid bringing in the whole darn restaurant into our conversation. “Beauty is sort of a given. Allure, inspiring lust in the opposite sex. It all comes with the package.” I took a deep breath, trying to think through how to say what I meant. “I didn’t earn any of it. It’s just what I am.”
His cop face returned, expressionless and cold. “I suppose.”
Marisol may not feel her succubus powers make her special, but she does find them handy—and that was certainly fun to write about. I hope it’s just as fun to read.
What types of paranormal beasties do you enjoy reading about?
Tiffany knows you want to get to meet Marisol, so she has been kind enough to offer up two digital copies of Succubus Lost to VBC readers. Fill out the Rafflecopter form below to enter. Contest is open internationally and closes June 24. In the meantime, I suggest picking up Tiffany’s other book Banshee Charmer.