Sunday, October 31, 2010

A Top Horror Writing Blog...that's the Biting-Edge!

Mario here, We at Biting-Edge are all aglow like Jack O' Lanterns because Online Masters Degree Programs presented us an award for being one of their Top Horror Writing Blogs. Drool with envy over our nifty red badge.

One of our fellow recipients is the blog Living in the Snark Cage hosted by Lady Euthenasia.
This last Saturday, Jeanne and I had the pleasure of presenting with Stephen Graham Jones, Betsy Dornbusch, Ed Hickok, Thia Myles Vincent, Dave Jackson, and E.C. Stacy at the Englewood Library Meet Up Halloween Extravaganza. Much thanks to Mike Hance for orchestrating this.
Fellow mystery writer Terry Wright is pushing pedal to the metal for his short stories available on-line as downloads for Kindle, Nook, or straight to your computer. His latest is Night Stalker from New Line Press. Only $1.99. Terry not only wrote a great story, he also did the cover art!
What's really got our fangs a-twitching is news that Biting-Edge favorite Sigourney Weaver will play the vampire queen in the upcoming horror/comedy Vamps. Also starring Alicia Silverstone. The movie: "tells the story of two fanged BFFs who live in modern day New York. They are, as everyone likes to pun, living the 'good nightlife' until they fall in love and 'each has to make a choice that will jeopardize their immortality.' " Sigourney Weaver...oh yeah.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Happy Mad Halloween Lib

Hey, people!

I'm Sonya, and I'm new around here. I promise I'll be hazed - er, officially introduced soon. But I just couldn't wait to share something fun.

At least, I think it's fun. Your definition of fun might be different. Perhaps you enjoy pulling the wings off flies, or watching sensational daytime television talk shows. You sick, sick person.

Anyway! Writers are always trying something new, right? So yesterday I wrote my first ever Mad Lib. And it was fun! Now I'm contemplating a career in Mad Lib writing. I hear there's a huge market for them in Hibbert's Gore, Maine (population: 1). I'll hit the bestseller list for sure.

I even uploaded my creation to a site where EVERYONE (in Hibbert's Gore) can play! Just for you! So if you click here and fill in the blanks, don't say I didn't warn you.

Here's my filled-out version, randomly generated because I already knew what it said and I didn't want to cheat. Well, actually, I did - but I resisted the temptation. Have a happy Halloween, and eat way too much candy!

(P.S. - Post your own completed Mad Lib in the comments section and win a cookie! An Internet cookie! That you'll have to eventually delete from your cache, because it won't let you run Java!)

The Warlock’s Halloween Revenge

This Halloween, Bob the witch - well, actually, he was a warlock, a squishy warlock - wanted a very bland costume. He was tired of the other witches (or warlocks) typing at him. In the past he'd been a frenetic werewolf, a blue vampire, the main character from his favorite movie Free Willy, even a rusty fairy. But did anyone ever say, “Crippled costume, Bob!” to him?

No, they didn't. They all just slept at him, and one time they made him wear a staircase on his back all night.

But this year, it was going to be different. This year he'd have his poorly deserved revenge on all 520 of the other witches (and warlocks) in his coven. Because he had a spell to create the ultimate costume. He'd found it in Burger King, under a vase. The local tribe of Rastafarians had assured him it would work.

Bob gathered the ingredients he needed for the spell - a stalker, an Area 51, a pinch of peanut butter, and a dash of Scotch. He mixed them together in an old Toyota and spoke the enchantment:

"Bubble, bubble, captures and trouble,
Banana burn and almond bubble,
Mists of rack and tense rocks,
Give me something to knock their socks!"

There was a high-speed flash of light. And promptly, Bob turned into a diamegnetic Carrot-Top.

He smiled into the mirror. It was going to be a baking Halloween.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Void City Halloween - Part 3

Out in the dark, a trio of killers celebrate Halloween in the vampire tradition. To them, Trick or Treating involves naming costumes, refereeing valid targets, and verifying kills. The vampires in my Void City books do not sparkle, and Eric is anything but a classic hero. Nevertheless, he might just rise to the occasion in this fun short story... You'll have to read to find out, but don't start here. In the spirit of trick or treating and going from house to house for candy, I've decided (on the spur of the moment, really) to serialize a Halloween tale, posting different sections (as I write them) on various blogs. How many parts will there be? I have no idea, but I do promise this: The story will be done and all the sections posted by Halloween Night.

Part 1 can be found over at Paranormal Haven (along with a contest that runs through 10/27/2010 at 11:59 pm cst)

Part 2 is located at Pocket After Dark (where you can also read STAKED, the first Void City novel, online for free for the next week or so... as well as the first few chapters of ReVAMPED, and the short story For Want of Chocolate.)

And now...

A Void City Halloween - Part 3


©J. F. Lewis


My silver space boots are made for walking (at best), but I'm running. Running toward the sound of a childs scream. It's not the sound of a kid who dropped his ice cream, its the sound of absolute terror, terror beyond an adults comprehension. If I had to guess, I'd say it belongs to a boy, maybe eight or nine years old.

My conscience is like an old bone worried by toothless dog. It takes a lot to make an impression, but theres just no way I can ignore this feeling. Theres sharp pang of anxiety high and tight in my chest, but also low and thrumming in my gut. I guess human men might call what I'm feeling The Daddy Switch, but whatever it's called, I hate it.

Its time to give Void City a refresher course in Dont-Annoy-Eric-ology. Im angry, ornery, and damn hard to kill and that means I get to make my own rules, at least about some things. Everybody in Void City is supposed to know to stay away from me, away from my home, away from my business and on Halloween, theyre supposed to make sure the kids stay safe. I dont care how many adult humans die. Kids stay safe. Its all a part of my non-aggression pact with this god forsaken town.


I glimpse it on my right as the world blurs around me from the vampirically enhanced rate of speed I'm traveling. My powers can be finicky, but they seem to work better with Fang nearby. He's my memento mori. Normally, I can kind of explain what that means a little, but not now. Now, I'm busy and not thinking straight.


I feel the flame before I see it. A long jet of fire engulfs me and all I can think is: Did a fricking pumpkin just breathe fire on me?

It did.

Tendrils of lovely bright flame wash over my face, torching my hair and setting the red cloth of my costume alight. It stings like a bitch and the way it grabs my skin and clings spells magic. It's supposed to stop me, make me stop-drop-and-roll. Instead, I pop my claws and lunge blindly at the source of the flames, bulling onward. My eyes cook in their sockets and I go blind, but in my head, the screams of the anonymous little boy have begun to sound like Greta's screams, the night terror kind that I'd hear in the night for years after I rescued her from her foster dad. They'd send me running down the hall to her bedroom where I'd rock her back to sleep. It's like I'm in that hallway again, only I haven't killed this monster yet.

I will.

My claws pass through something cold and immaterial, almost like a ghost, but not quite... and I know what ghosts feel like. All Emperor level vampires like me have technically risen as two kinds of undead at once it takes massive amounts of weirdness like curses, magic, bad luck, and murder combined to make that happen. I rose as a revenant - an angry ghost, after being murdered by my best friend- while a family curse simultaneously turned me into a vampire. It's a weird death I'm living.

I swing two more times, feinting low then high. The boy isn't screaming anymore, but I think I hear his heartbeat. Then it stops. And I roar, striking out wildly. I smell meat and blood and burnt flesh, then my claws connect with something cold and wet, but warm on inside. There's a dull hollow sound as I give it a glancing blow, then the liquid rip of a shredded gourd as I get in a solid claw. A scent like rotten fruit suddenly overpowers the scent of fear. My hands are wet and cool. It feels like I've smashed a rotten pumpkin.

The fire loses its hold and in minutes I'm whole again, staring down through regenerated eyes at a fist full of black and orange pumpkin innards, the stringy light orange strands hanging down from my claws. On the ground, the smoking remains of a pair of kid's tennis shoes seem to glare up at me from the sidewalk alongside a green candle. I feel like Brad Pitt at the end of Se7en shouting, "What's in the box? but I know. I'm too late.

Tabitha and Greta are at my side.

"Did you see it?" I ask.

"I saw something," Tabitha offers, "like a flaming Jack-o-lantern, but-"

Another scream. A new one. A little girl scream. Then Talbot's at my side too.

"I take it we object to whatever is killing the children?" Talbot looks at me, intently trying to make sure I understand that he really wants an answer.

I show him my fangs.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

"Greta," I point past the frue-frue of an upscale restaurant that used to be an Original Pancake House, toward the source of one of the new screams, "Evil Fire-breathing Pumpkin thing. Find it. Kill it. Do not eat the kid."

She's off like a shot without a pause or any questions, a smile on her face and afraid of nothing. That's my girl.

"Tabitha," I point back the way we came, toward Morne Park, "Same deal. Take Fang if you want."

"Why can't I take Talbot?" she asks.

"Because I need Talbot. Call your sister and tell her and Magbidion to get their magical asses down here in case we can't kill these damn things with brute force."

"Fine." She trudges off. I shake my head.

Talbot is smiling at me like I just turned into Santa Claus for kitty cats. Then, I hear the little girl scream again. The revelers around us don't appear to hear her. Several of them are staring at me, making comments about what drugs I'm on and how drunk I must be. I wonder what the Veil of Scrythax is actually letting them see.

"You go ask Captain Stacey, 'What the hell?'"

"Exactly that?" Talbot chuckles.

"Yes, exactly that."


He doesn't move. "Mork calling Orson," I say, "Come in Orson. What are you frick'n waiting on, man." Im sure it's the remains of the costume I'm wearing that has the phrase in my head, and I know I look and sound silly, because Talbot's smile broadens so much I'm afraid the skin will tear.

"That," he says as he turns and heads for Stacey's squad car.

I start to run toward the scream I've assigned myself, but suddenly my speed won't kick in. I give up on it and let myself begin to change. If I can't go super-speed, then I'll just have to wing it. Vampires can change shape. Some of us can only do animals. Some, like Winter and Lord Phillip, can turn into mist. I'm the only vampire I know who can go uber vamp, though Ive been told that any Emperor can.

Black wings rip out of my back as my body grows in height and girth. A color wave of coal blackness washes over me. My clothes go away and my fangs and claws extend. Once upon a time, changing into the uber vamp made feel bloated, like a balloon filled with too much water, but now it feels normal. When I'm finished, I bear a striking resemblance to Chernabog, the massive demon from the "Night on Bald Mountain" sequence of Disney's Fantasia only my eyes glow purple, and I'm way more detailed, and... anatomically correct.

The crowd applauds. They think it's a frick'n costume. Their heartbeats ring in my ears more loudly than the applause and I remember that I haven't fed. It would be so easy to unleash my frustration on the crowd and drink my fill, but I hear the girl again and push the thoughts of blood away. It can wait a little longer. I mean the little girl's got have a grown up with her to be out so late. Maybe her guardians wearing a Sexy Big Bird costume.

What? I said I don't hurt kids. I didn't say anything about not making orphans out of them.

When I spread my wings and fly, the applause almost drowns out the little girl I'm trying to save. In the distance, the "Airwolf Theme" plays on Fang's radio as I take to the air. The view from higher up isn't what I'd hoped. I see the little girl. She's got to be thirteen. Maybe that's what's kept her alive long enough for multiple screams. She's dressed in a costume I don't recognize, but I'd bet it's from an anime. It's some sort of Japanese school girl outfit and she has orange ribbons in her hair.

The thing chasing her is orange too, a Jack-o-lantern with a jagged fire-filled maw, sitting atop a body that looks as if it might be made of equal parts smoke and shadows. Worst of all, as I continue to gain altitude, I spot Greta's monster, Tabitha's and more besides. There aren't just three of these things. It looks more like a dozen. I could go home, go to another part of town to Trick or Treat forget all about these kids. Thirteen is really a teenager and not a kid. I should walk away, but I can't. Greta looked like a teen when she was nine.

Okay, I really cant. Why the hell can't the evil pumpkins things be hunting college kids?


Part 4 is up and Bitten By Books now!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Mile Hi Con behind us, up ahead...Halloween with wine!

Mario here,

Another Mile Hi Con bites the dust. You mix writers, geeks, booze, and costumes, you're bound to end up with all sorts of nuttiness. This con didn't disappoint.

<----Costumer-extraordinaire Neffra had to show
off her Klingon cleavage.

Ilana and Janene continued to strut their stuff after the costume contest.--->

As expected, Jeanne and Betsy Dornbusch got a jump start on the mayhem by fueling up at the bar and plotting against you-know-who.

Cons are a great time to reunite with writer friends. Warren Hammond (L), Carrie Vaughn, and Paolo Bacigalupi (R).

We had much to celebrate with the recent success of Bacigalupi, winner of a Hugo and a Nebula for The Windup Girl, and as a Finalist for a National Book Award for Ship Breaker.

Jeanne represented the Biting-Edge on the Vampires, Werewolves, Mermaids: Next in Urban Fantasy panel with Author Guest of Honor Rachel Caine (L), and Stephen Graham Jones (R).

Every once in a rare while I surprise myself in a good way. It happened at this con when I met the Artist Guest of Honor Donato Giancola and guessed his major artistic influence. Giancola provided the breathtaking cover illustration for the conference program with a reproduction of his oil painting Mechanic. I complimented Giancola about his impressive ability to render such a convincing red metallic. He said he used a red Christmas ball ornament as a model.

I studied the painting and commented to Gianola that his color palette and style reminded me of the great British painter John Waterhouse (1849-1917).
Giancola brightened at my
observation and replied with an enthusiastic affirmative.
(Waterhouse La Belle Dame Sans Merci --->)

Afterwards we had a wonderful conversation about Giancola's career, his techniques, and our appreciation for Waterhouse and NC Wyeth. Made me want to get back to the easel ASAP, and I will.

One topic among us writers is that in our stories, for all our struggles against formula, we can still unwittingly wallow in the tropes of our genre. If you want to churn through the banal and overdone concepts of the small screen, check out the website

I'm the guest blogger on Readaholic's Scarefest with my essay, Why I Love Halloween. Thanks for the invitation, Bridget.

Since this is the season of witches and things that can make you go e-yeew! in a big way, we must share these videos.

First: from author Deborah Harkness, whose debut novel A Discovery of Witches, is due out February 8 from Viking.

Harkness is a vintner with an award-winning blog, GoodWineUnder $20. But what about us poor writers? Anything for under five bucks?

I was asked by the AV Club of The Onion to share my favorite horror movie. No contest. John Carpenter's The Thing, and especially for this scene:

Enough with the gross outs. Fortunately, we have Elvira providing some needed and welcome relief (and more cleavage):

Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Cover and Title Change for the Naked Werewolf Books

The title and cover for the werewolf romance being released in March has changed to HOW TO SEDUCE A NAKED WEREWOLF.

This is the new cover.

Isn't it cute?

To pre-order, click here

It will be a bit confusing as the old title is still listed on the Amazon page. Also, previous pre-orders still count.

There will be two more announcements this week, which will be increasing in "hugeness." Stay tuned!

Monday, October 18, 2010


Hello Leaguers!

So, when we decided to invite new people to join the League, I was all, “Whatever, yeah.” Then everyone was like, “Surprise, surprise, look who has no one to invite, Miss Never Leave the House.” And I was all, “Dude, I left the house like twice this week, and it was AWESOME.”

To prove I leave the house, and have many, many friends, I fired up my Twitter feed and pointed to find one lucky winner….

Unfortunately, it was a porn spam-bot, that replied with an automated message.

So I fired up the magic finger again, and this time I landed on Anne Rice! Who immediately blocked me.

But Kevin Hearne got fingered last, and this one said yes. So,YAY, KEVIN! WELCOME TO THE LEAGUE OF RELUCTANT ADULTS!

I told Kevin to send me some pictures, so that I could blog his introduction, a sort of "This is Your Snark!" In return, I sent him some saucy pics I’d taken with a Polaroid and a polish sausage. Who knew restraining orders could get issued so fast?

When Kevin was still talking to me, though, he gave me some captions for the pictures. Which I have translated into snark, a language in which dear Kevin has yet to become fluent.

Here’s Kevin as a wee lad:

Kevin writes, “I wasn't reading about Dick and Jane and their dog, Spot in kindergarten, because that shit was boring. I was already reading Spider-Man and longing to get bitten by radioactive arachnids. Marvel Comics taught me how to read, cementing my nerdhood at an early age.”

Translation: “OMG I’M GINGER! FUCK!”

Here’s Kevin as a band geek!

Kevin writes, “Band Camp: A sophomore in high school. As a hardcore nerd I thought it might be a great idea to join the marching band. There wasn't anything nerdy about that, right? At the camp in Prescott with their metal bunks and atrocious window treatments, I tried (and failed) to look cool with a can of Mountain Dew and an oversized pair of tighty-whitey shorts.”

Translation: “This brightly colored soda can really calls attention to my junk. And wait’ll the ladies get a load of my tuba...maybe they won't notice I'm ginger.”

Here’s Kevin’s family!

Kevin writes, “Got the writing bug at age 19 in college. Started three different novels and never finished one. Meeting an awesome woman and starting a family put writing on the back burner for awhile, but the muse called me back to Microsoft Word. It took me six years to write my first complete (albeit unpublishable) novel, then three years to write the second. I learned quite a bit from the process. The third book, HOUNDED, took a year. My fourth, HEXED, took only five months. I began to wonder if I could eventually write fast enough to start a novel today and finish it yesterday.”

Translation: (from baby) “OMG PLEASE DON’T LET ME BE GINGER!”

Here’s Kevin geeking out!

Kevin writes: “As I sell my books 19 years later at age 38, nerdhood continues. I start painting miniature dwarfs because the redundancy amuses me.”

Translation: “Hey, little man, whatchoo hiding behind that big skull of yours?” Oh, wait, that was just me……

And here’s Kevin’s author photo:

Kevin writes, “The official author photo at Whiskey Row in Prescott. Twinkle in my eye indicates close proximity to whiskey.”

Translation: "OMG, I’M STILL GINGER."

So that’s Kevin Hearne! His books are coming out BAM BAM BAM (or April 26, May 24, and June 28). I blurbed them. They’re about a smexy tattooed druid who I’d totally boff.

And don’t say, “You’d boff anything, Nicole,” because I’ve totally not boffed, like, a majority of the population. Assholes.

Anyway, yeah, his series is called THE IRON DRUID CHRONICLES (to which I say, “Prove it, Druid!”), and is made up of Hounded, Hexed, and Hammered (to which I say, “I’ll give you a hammering, Druid!” Please feel free to riff on these titles yourself, in comments. He’s one of ours, now!).

To see just why Kevin is perfect for the League, and why I like him so much, check this out:

Kevin’s the bomb, his books are great, and he moves like a stripling from Menudo. What more could the League ask for?

Now where’d I put that sausage….

Welcome Sonya, Kevin and Kari!

Occasionally, we Leaguers reach out into the darkness and dig out some chewy nuggets for you. Um...wait. That sounded like something...oh well, let's just go with it. This time, through our wildly philanthropic ways, we're plucking Sonya Bateman (MASTER OF NONE), Kevin Hearne (HOUNDED and K. A. (Kari) Stewart (DEVIL IN THE DETAILS) from the lonely wilds of the internets and wrapping them in our special blankets of love (and yes, we've washed them since Anton rolled in them after the petting farm incident).

So Join us in welcoming NEW LEAGUERS!

All this week, we'll be posting welcome posts that may or may not be cruel and hazing. It's hard to say.

Until then, step up and say hello you freakin' lurkers!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Hard-boiled and Fantastic, three of our favorites, with an angel

Mario here:

It's fitting that in this time of magical make-believe and scariness that we announce that Biting-Edge ex-pat Marta Acosta ties up her Casa Dracula series with her newest book, Haunted Honeymoon. Booklist calls this story, "A satisfying wrap-up to a snappy supernatural series." Drop by VampireWire and tell Marta that the Biting-Edge sent you.

Also, Carolyn Crane, one of our buddies from the League of Reluctant Adults, has a giveaway on the Borders True Romance blog. Answer a simple multiple-choice test and you too could win a set of the Justine Jones urban fantasy novels, Mind Games and Double Cross.

The supernatural is more than vampires, demons, and monsters. We also have the occasional angel. But having wings may not be all you expect it to be. As shown here:

This Tuesday, I'll be teaching another workshop at the Denver Public Library Fresh City Life series: Boo! Scary Stories that Really Scare

And moving outside the orbit of urban fantasy and the paranormal, we're super pleased to give the news that Pens Fatales author Sophie Littlefield won an Anthony Award at the BoucherCon Mystery Writers Conference for Best First Novel for her book, A Bad Day for Sorry.

We heard there was a wrestling match between Sophie and her agent, Barbara Poelle, for the award. While we normally wouldn't pass along such gossip, we have a picture.

Congratulations Sophie.

Psst: Crazy Carolyn's blog tour + chances to win Mind Games & Double Cross!!

I haven't been cross posting my blog tour much here lately, but psssssst! Come visit some stops, say hi, and you could win books! FREE! 

AT WRITTENWYRDD  Speculative fiction writer D. Lynn Frazier mixes handy world building resources in with stuff about her own life and writing life, so I was thrilled she enjoyed Mind Games, and that she invited me over to guest post. So, this post is about things I consciously and unconsciously pulled from my life to make the science and setting for the Disillusionists Trilogy. Comment to enter!

AT BORDERS BLOG I'm there with a krazy little quiz, because how else will you be able to tell if you have finally gone overboard with your crazy-sexy-cool-fun and exciting reading habits? Take the quiz to win the set: Mind Games or Double Cross!

AT SUPERNATURAL SNARK Posting about the stuff in characters' purses and pockets. Little secrets are revealed. And we're having fun comparing our own purse and pockets contents. We've even turned up a tiara in a certain reader's bag.  This isn't a giveaway, but what the heck! Come on over and say hi! 

AT PAPERBACK DOLLS! First, let me do a little squee dance on the review they just put up:

"I am going to go out on a limb here and say that this may be my favorite new book this year."    
~Paperback Doll Day
Gasp!  Read the rest of Day's review of Double Cross here!

Secondly, we're talking Classic TV and naughty after school snacks! I was thinking the other day about what a huge influence Hogan's Heroes and other afterschool classics had on my fiction, so this is a post all about that...and after school yummy snacks, with a prize going to one commenter! A really cool prize. Come tell us what TV shows had tons of influence on you as a kid...and share your fave kid snack "recipe." Go forth and you might win a great prize pack! 

TYNGA'S  I'm over at Tynga's for her excellent series "When I'm not writing." I decided, for better or worse, to "keep it real" and talk about my struggles with being a slob. There are several little anecdotes that I find personally amusing, but are possible pathetic. And honestly, my husband and I, both horrible slobs, are trying to change! But so far failing. Except the foyer. And there are pictures (that are not as bad as they could be). And, you can win a book, too! Because I'm the giveaway queen. Come say hi ! This isn't a giveaway, but you can see what a slob I am from the photos!!

FICTION VIXEN It's character fashion week for the main characters of the Disillusionist Trilogy! I'm over at Fiction Vixen's with full Polyvore ensembles for my characters.

See Justine's velveteen boots that I secretly just want for myself, which go with her velvety pearl-handled purse. Check out Otto's fine jacket...and Packard's underwear! Woo! And you can win a book, too. This contest might be over by now, but the ensembles are still up! Come see and play  

Who the HELL Do We Think We Are?

We're a bunch of paranormal romance and urban fantasy authors who occasionally blog, make filthy jokes and prowl the halls of conferences and conventions with switchblades!

Current roster: Mario Acevedo, Michele Bardsley, Sonya Bateman, Dakota Cassidy, Carolyn Crane, Molly Harper, Kevin Hearne, Mark Henry, Stacia Kane, Jackie Kessler, J.F. Lewis, Daniel Marks, Richelle Mead, Kelly Meding, Allison Pang, Nicole Peeler, Kat Richardson, Michelle Rowen, Diana Rowland, Jeanne C. Stein, K.A. Stewart, Anton Strout, and Jaye Wells