When characters attack
His hand shot out and I found myself plastered against him two seconds later. “You stayed.”
“Damn it,” I snapped, shoving against his chest. Hard and hot, my hands slid against the smoothness of his flesh without budging him an inch. “What did you think I was going to do? I barely even know where I am.”
“You’re a little fool,” he muttered.
Then he buried his face against my neck and I shuddered.
“I never know when you’re going to show sense or do something that will end up with you dead…or worse.”
I could feel the heated puff of his breath against my skin and damn it, that shouldn’t feel so good. It shouldn’t feel so good at all.
Asshole. Territory. He was asshole. Territory.
My breath hitched in my chest as he lifted his head, staring down at me with eyes that burned. Storm clouds shouldn’t burn so hot. But his eyes did.
Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe—
Meet Kit and Damon, from my first full-length urban fantasy project, BLADE SONG…it was just released by my alter ego, J.C. Daniels. I loved Kit. She’s mouthy, she bites off my than she could chew and she knows she does it, but she’s driven by demons from her past so she has a hard time saying no in certain situations.
Damon was a different story.
This book sat on my laptop for a long, long time, unfinished. Actually, it was barely started because the other character wasn’t who I needed him to be. He was just a…well, a shadow character, basically. He was like a sketch of the person I needed for the book and the book wouldn’t move forward.
Then back in January, the real Damon, so to speak, stepped up and the shadow character fell by the wayside and the book took off like whoa. I’d never written anybody like Damon before. He’s…well. He’s hard to describe, but between him and Kit, they dominated my brain until I had the book finished.
They let me have a few weeks of peace…then they did it all over it again…if they keep attacking my brain like this, I won’t have a brain left.
Shiloh Walker/J.C. Daniels