Redeeming the Unredeemable
In No Limits—other than the fact my hero spent a good portion of the book incorporeal and trapped in a candle—what you read is what you get: Rhys and Gen are the good guys, Allison and Zan are the bad guys, end of story.
However, I can never leave well enough alone, Zan really wasn't the villain. Sure he kidnaps Rhys and Gen and sees that Rhys's corporeal host meets his maker, but he has a badass reputation to maintain. Space pirates are not known to be warm and fuzzy guys, and one who goes soft quickly finds he’s floating in the void, sans spacesuit.
After meeting Zan and Gia I knew their story had to come next. In the grand tradition of Han Solo and Princess Leia, they couldn't stand one another. Everything about Zan grated on Gia, his devil-may-care attitude, to his ruthless mercenary side, to his atrocious grammar. This was not a man she wanted to spend another millisecond with than absolutely necessary, and he thought she was an uppity pain in the ass.
I knew the sex would be phenomenal.
Especially when Gia, a typical, hot-blooded human woman who was raised in a progressive future earth where sex is as easy to order as take out, she finds herself on the fringes of the galaxy, unable to go home surrounded by those whiny empaths who want more than just a wham, bam thank-you ma'am experience. Relationships are not for this gal, no way, no how. A couple of months on bread and water and even the golden-eyed space pirate starting looking mighty tasty.
Only for one night. No one needed to know. They could scratch their itch then go on about their business. What could possibly go wrong?
In a word: Me.
Oh you poor, suffering souls, you didn't count on the wrath of the author who wants to make you suffer and bleed for that happily ever after. That’ll teach you.
Poor bastards; I'd feel sorry for them if I wasn't having so much fun. The second book is called No Mercy because I have none for Zan or Gia.
Hell hath no fury like a writer on a deadline.
Then I did it again, only this time was more of a challenge with Zan, he was a ruthless pillaging heartbreaker, but he had a code of honor. His moral compass might not point due North, but at least it’s in working order.
That’s not the case with Allison, our Illustra villainess. She’s the one who lured Genevieve into secretly shopping out the man-whores to make sure they were on the up and up (pun intended). She did some other pretty horrible stuff too, like helping enslave an entire species. Bad, bad pleasure companion.
So how the heck was I supposed to turn her into a heroine worthy of one of my alien heroes?
No Escape, Allison’s story, was probably the most difficult of the three to write because I despised her. She was a foul, opportunistic self-serving slag and nothing my mind could come up with was enough to punish her.
I needed someone to do it for me, someone truly evil, a conscious-less assassin who would stop at nothing until he made her pay. I needed a hero that didn’t really want to help her, he had enough problems of his own, someone who was reluctant to take on a damsel in distress and her designer baggage. Because the one thing Allison craved was attention and what better way to punish her than to deny attention from the one man she’s coming to care for, all while remaining the undivided focus of one who’ll stop at nothing to destroy her?
I enjoy redeeming villains, because let’s face it: no hero thinks the way I do.