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About the author:
D. L. King publishes and edits the review site EroticaRevealed.com. She is a cofounder of Las Vegas’ annual “Sin City” erotica conference. King edited the bestselling The Sweetest Kiss: Ravishing Vampire Erotica. Her work can be found in anthologies such as The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Girl Crazy, Carnal Machines, Frenzy, Yes, Ma’am and Yes, Sir. King lives in New York City.
What inspired you to write your book?
A couple years ago I became interested in succubi. I’d finished Richelle Meade’s Vampire Academy series and really enjoyed it and so began reading her Succubus series. Then, a Canadian friend introduced me to Lost Girl. The TV show was still only being shown in Canada, at the time. After falling in love with Bo, I decided that succubi were a natural for erotic stories. How could a creature who lives off sexual satisfaction not be? I pitched the idea to my publisher and that’s how Seductress was born.
Here is a short sample from the book:
When Konstantin’s clumsy spell craft called her from the pit, the succubus did not expect to find herself confronted with the most unusual summons of her one hundred years. She clawed her way across the void and through the gauzy veils between her home plane and the mortal world.
The year was 1988. The city was a sprawling metropolis named for a long forgotten duke. As she entered the world, Loreline found herself bombarded with wails. The mortals screamed about wars and increasing prices, scandals and poverty, starvation and all the same things they always bemoaned. She materialized inside a chalked circle, in a cramped studio apartment overlooking streets, trees and other anthill-like dwellings.
Konstantin was a lean man with curly hair and a trim patch under his lip. He wore loose, shiny pants and nothing else. His chest was toned, his belly almost nonexistent beneath a six pack. He was thirty six years old, a social smoker and lonely.
The last was a given. All mortals who called succubi were lonely.
Sifting through his surface thoughts, she found all she needed to assume the desired form. A nineteen year old girl, broad hips, and blue-green eyes and round cheeks, bookish though intense. She added a few touches from his darker desires, black hair, an indeterminate eastern Eurotrash accent and full lips. For a wardrobe, she fashioned spidery framed glasses and an arterial red gown, slit high along her thigh.
He smiled when he saw her. Smug, unfazed, unsurprised. Bastard, she thought. I will enjoy taking your essence.