Halloween—that special time of year when people love to dress up as deranged murderers, evil demons, blood-dripping zombies, and indulge in their love of horror by wallowing in movies that pretty much scare you stupid. When it comes to experiencing the thrill of fear, some folks just seem to thrive on it.
Me? I’m a wimp, and I’m happy to proclaim it loud and proud. Sure, I loved Buffy and Angel as much as the next gal, but that’s as far as I’m prepared to go in testing the boundaries of my wimpiness. Full-on horror movies? Forget it. I saw The Exorcist on the big screen—and when I say saw I mean I pretty much watched it with my hands over my face—and it made me afraid to be alone in the house for months. And Texas Chainsaw Massacre…don’t even get me started.
Dark cellars? Avoid whenever possible. Strolls through cemeteries after dark? Please! Watching a rerun of The Ring with my stepson and his wife? In your dreams, baby. For me, the best part of Halloween is definitely the candy.
So trust me when I tell you that working on Lethal Confessions, the romantic suspense I wrote with my husband as VK Sykes, was a true challenge. That’s because hubby, who wrote the first draft, created a villain so creepy I was practically whimpering with fear while working on those parts of the book.
Nothing says terror like a serial killer, IMHO. Fortunately, the heroine of Lethal Confessions has courage to spare when it comes to tracking down creepy villains, as does the hero. It’s one of the reasons I much prefer romantic suspense to horror–in horror novels and movies evil too frequently seems to triumph, while romantic suspense and thriller novels usually see the triumph of good over evil. For wimps like me, it’s a reassurance that’s sorely needed.
How about you? Do you love to be scared–and by what–or are you a wimp like me? One person who comments will win a print or Kindle copy of Lethal Confessions (North America, only).