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Do you have any charming, likable villains?
Why yes, I believe I do. There is a female character who first made her appearance in a book as, if not a villain, then definitely a trial for the hero to bear.
When I wrote For the Love of His Life, my hero, Raul Roderick, is an action movie star who isn't struggling with his addictions--he enjoys them. He has dealers who provide him with enough coke to keep him high all the time, and groupies make sure that he never sleeps alone--or gets much sleep at all!
But when he begins to realize how empty his existence is, and how he's been coasting through his own life, he starts to slowly make changes--including taking up running with Veronica, his director's cousin. Despite having bedded as many women as is humanly possible for the past few years, he's never been in love. Veronica begins to get under his skin. But when he goes to a bar to try to kill the pain of daily running with her for a week, with her in shape, and him not, he orders doubles for a while, to get drunk enough to fall asleep. He's sitting at the bar, where the bartender, Tom, has just given him another drink.
*****
Suddenly the door was slammed open, hitting the wall behind it, and a tidal wave of bikers made their way into the bar. Some of the men strode quickly over to the bar and Tom hustled over to pour them multiple pitchers of beer. Some of them scouted out the few empty tables and picked them up or pushed them around until they had made themselves a long table with almost enough chairs for all of them. The women who were with them made their way over to the table slowly, taking the measure of the people around them. One of the women, a tall, stunning redhead, most of her skin covered with tattoos, was wearing a black leather bra and skin-tight jeans shorts. Her high-heeled sandals made her look even taller than she was. She strode over to a table to talk to the young couple sitting there.
"What chu lookin' at, honey?" She asked the man with a drawl. "Ain't you never seen a woman with big tits before?" She laughed as she leaned over, making sure that if he hadn't seen her cleavage before, he was sure seeing it now.
The man blushed and the woman looked angry as she got up, leaving her wine glass half-full on the table. "I think it's time we get on home, Billy. The babysitter can't be out that late or her Mom won't let her sit for us again."
The biker woman looked her up and down before laughing rudely. "That's right, Billy. You just run along now and have some vanilla fun with the little woman when you get home. Don't go making any noise though. It'll wake the baby and then you'll have to wait until next week for another chance!"
Some of the other bikers joined her in laughing at her words. Billy got up and took his wife's elbow to lead her out of the bar. As they walked past a particularly big, burly and bearded man in a black leather vest with chains on it, he leaned over and growled, then barked at the woman. She jumped and squeaked. Billy glared at him, then they hurried past him to get out quickly.
The woman who had started the trouble now waved and some men moved over to grab the two chairs and bring them over to the long table they had made. She walked over to sit, grabbing one of the beer glasses. She filled it from a pitcher and chugged it down, before she refilled it. Then she began to look around for someone else to cause trouble with.
Raul kept his back to them, thinking it wise not to be recognized by people who obviously liked to cause trouble, while he was stuck in town without bodyguards, or even any of his loyal crew. He looked up to see Tom standing in front of him and their eyes met. Tom nodded, as if to reassure Raul that he had his back. Then he had to head back to the end of the bar to refill some pitchers.
A couple of the other biker women had walked over to the pool table and sat on it, swinging their legs and laughing at the guys still trying to play. One of the locals had obviously had enough alcohol to have artificial courage. He first asked the women to move, then told them to--then he brandished his pool cue as if he was going to use it to remove them.
One of the men detached himself from the group carrying pitchers back to their table and he strode over to grab the cue out of the hands of the guy being brave. He broke it over his knee and handed the pieces back to the guy. "Now let's see you play with that," he growled to general grunts of laughter. "Anyone else want to move our women? Or are you smart enough to go sit somewhere else and let us have the table?" He looked around expectantly.
The rest of the pool players sensed danger and hustled their friend over to the bar to get him another drink. The darts boards also had been commandeered by the bikers. Slowly the locals began to head out the door, trying not to attract any attention, but determined to leave before they also became part of the entertainment for the newcomers, who obviously were used to getting their own way.
Tom had just put another double in front of Raul, when they both heard the redhead begin to address the patrons still left in the bar.
"So rumor has it that Raul Roderick, that sexy beast, has been hanging out here lately. We rode all the way over from Ely because I love his movies. And I got a message for him that I gotta deliver real personal-like. So where is he? He's here, right? 'Cause if he's not, I'm gonna be really pissed, and you wouldn't like me when I get pissed."
She began to visit all of the tables, checking out the men seated at them, flirting with many of them, insulting the women. No one dared to insult her back, choosing instead to leave. She and her friends laughed each time someone else left because of them. Once most of the tables of locals had left, she wandered over to sit on the pool table. She crossed one leg over the other and began to swing her high-heeled foot back and forth.
"Okay, so if I was rich and famous, I would be sitting in some kind of back-room somewhere, so I didn't have to be with the ordinary people. But if I was trying to blend in, to soak up the local flavor so I could play a local in a movie, I would probably be at the bar, right? So let's see--which of the guys with his face in his glass looks like Raul Roderick?" She began to work her way towards Raul. "Nah, too old. Nah, another old one. Nah, too blond. Whoa, another ginger? Baby, you and me gotta have a child. I want a brat with red hair to inherit my gang. Nah, you look like a man from the back but you're just an ugly woman. Nah, too light-skinned."
Raul set his face into a bland look, knowing he'd be the next person she'd pull away from the bar to get a better look at his face.
"Well, well, what have we here?" She turned his bar stool around so that he faced the dining area of the bar, now filled mostly with her gang members.
"He looks like he's Hispanic, doesn't he, José?"
"Sí, senorita. El es un Hispanico. He's even darker than me."
"That's 'cause his daddy was an injun, right, dude? Don't you guys read anything? How the fuck do you think I found out he'd be here? I stay informed on the important things that inquiring minds want to know." She draped herself on Raul, rubbing her ample breasts on his chest, her already-hard nipples tracing a figure-eight pattern. Her hands began to massage his thighs. "I gotta message for you from Tammy. Remember her? Nah, you probably don't. She said you were drunk as a skunk, but once she got you coked up, you were rarin' to go! From what I hear you drink as much as we do, and fuck like a rabbit anytime there's a rabbit-hole near you. But you usually don't settle for just one, taking two or three at a time home with you, to fuck their brains out."
She had straddled his thighs now and was rubbing herself on him, giving him a lap-dance without any music, since no one had been feeding the juke-box. "Tammy says you call your cock Big Rod. She says it's too big and hot for just one woman to handle. But her message to you is that you should give me a ride. I'm bettin' I can be all the woman you need, honey. See, me and my boys also fuck like rabbits, so I'm used to big dick and plenty of it. So what's say I open those jeans of yours and treat you to the blow-job of your life?"
Raul tried to gather his drunken thoughts together to make coherent words come out of his mouth. "Um, I don't know how to say this politely, so I'll just say no. I'm in training for my next movie role, and too fucking tired and sore to be able to get hard and stay there long enough to satisfy a woman like you. So why don't I take a rain check and you can hook up with me up some other time?" Raul was hoping that by flattering the woman he'd be able to get away from her. "In fact, I was just about to head on back to where I'm staying. I think I'm finally drunk enough to ignore the pain and fall asleep. So if you'll excuse me--" He tried to disentangle himself from her by pushing at her, to get her to move off his lap. Unfortunately she wasn't inclined to move.
She realizes he's turning her down--
The red-head backed off of him, sputtering in her anger. "Did you all hear that? This mother-fucker thinks he's too good for me! He's just insulted your queen by turning down the fuck of his life. Are you going to let him get away with that? Or are we gonna tie him down somewhere? If he can get hard, I get to fuck him. If he can't, you all get to beat the fuck out of him. Sound fair, boys?"
********************Copyright 2020, Fiona McGier
I never planned on writing more than the one book. But at the end of the book, Raul is advised by his director to contact Ivan, a local resort owner rumored to be ex-KGB, and to ask him to send someone to get the drug dealers to leave Raul alone, and to convince the biker queen to never try to contact him again, despite her threats to do so. Ivan sends his cousin Dmitri, who easily convinces the drug dealers to delete Raul's number, by using carefully applied torture, then driving them in their own cars, to leave them outside of the local hospital ER. But Dmitri has always had a weakness for redheads, so torture is out of the question. Dmitri gets her attention easily, but can he keep it? The problem is that Alexandra, the biker queen, loves sex so much that she screws all of the guys in her gang. But Dmitri doesn't share. Now what?
So yes, the villain of the first Minnesota Romance, became the heroine of the second book in the series. How? Let's just say she was very persuasive in my head, and so I wrote her a happily-ever-after of her own. Actually, neither Raul nor Alexandra are likable when we first read about them. But like all good characters, they grow and change, until by the end, you're rooting for them to have a good life.
What do other authors have to say about this subject? Check them out--
Skye Taylor http://www.skye-writer.com/blogging_by_the_sea
Judith Copek http://lynx-sis.blogspot.com/
Dr. Bob Rich https://wp.me/p3Xihq-1W6
Connie Vines http://mizging.blogspot.com/
Diane Bator http://dbator.blogspot.ca/
Helena Fairfax http://www.helenafairfax.com/blog
Rhobin L Courtright http://www.rhobincourtright.com
Do you have any charming, likable villains?
Why yes, I believe I do. There is a female character who first made her appearance in a book as, if not a villain, then definitely a trial for the hero to bear.
When I wrote For the Love of His Life, my hero, Raul Roderick, is an action movie star who isn't struggling with his addictions--he enjoys them. He has dealers who provide him with enough coke to keep him high all the time, and groupies make sure that he never sleeps alone--or gets much sleep at all!
But when he begins to realize how empty his existence is, and how he's been coasting through his own life, he starts to slowly make changes--including taking up running with Veronica, his director's cousin. Despite having bedded as many women as is humanly possible for the past few years, he's never been in love. Veronica begins to get under his skin. But when he goes to a bar to try to kill the pain of daily running with her for a week, with her in shape, and him not, he orders doubles for a while, to get drunk enough to fall asleep. He's sitting at the bar, where the bartender, Tom, has just given him another drink.
*****
Suddenly the door was slammed open, hitting the wall behind it, and a tidal wave of bikers made their way into the bar. Some of the men strode quickly over to the bar and Tom hustled over to pour them multiple pitchers of beer. Some of them scouted out the few empty tables and picked them up or pushed them around until they had made themselves a long table with almost enough chairs for all of them. The women who were with them made their way over to the table slowly, taking the measure of the people around them. One of the women, a tall, stunning redhead, most of her skin covered with tattoos, was wearing a black leather bra and skin-tight jeans shorts. Her high-heeled sandals made her look even taller than she was. She strode over to a table to talk to the young couple sitting there.
"What chu lookin' at, honey?" She asked the man with a drawl. "Ain't you never seen a woman with big tits before?" She laughed as she leaned over, making sure that if he hadn't seen her cleavage before, he was sure seeing it now.
The man blushed and the woman looked angry as she got up, leaving her wine glass half-full on the table. "I think it's time we get on home, Billy. The babysitter can't be out that late or her Mom won't let her sit for us again."
The biker woman looked her up and down before laughing rudely. "That's right, Billy. You just run along now and have some vanilla fun with the little woman when you get home. Don't go making any noise though. It'll wake the baby and then you'll have to wait until next week for another chance!"
Some of the other bikers joined her in laughing at her words. Billy got up and took his wife's elbow to lead her out of the bar. As they walked past a particularly big, burly and bearded man in a black leather vest with chains on it, he leaned over and growled, then barked at the woman. She jumped and squeaked. Billy glared at him, then they hurried past him to get out quickly.
The woman who had started the trouble now waved and some men moved over to grab the two chairs and bring them over to the long table they had made. She walked over to sit, grabbing one of the beer glasses. She filled it from a pitcher and chugged it down, before she refilled it. Then she began to look around for someone else to cause trouble with.
Raul kept his back to them, thinking it wise not to be recognized by people who obviously liked to cause trouble, while he was stuck in town without bodyguards, or even any of his loyal crew. He looked up to see Tom standing in front of him and their eyes met. Tom nodded, as if to reassure Raul that he had his back. Then he had to head back to the end of the bar to refill some pitchers.
A couple of the other biker women had walked over to the pool table and sat on it, swinging their legs and laughing at the guys still trying to play. One of the locals had obviously had enough alcohol to have artificial courage. He first asked the women to move, then told them to--then he brandished his pool cue as if he was going to use it to remove them.
One of the men detached himself from the group carrying pitchers back to their table and he strode over to grab the cue out of the hands of the guy being brave. He broke it over his knee and handed the pieces back to the guy. "Now let's see you play with that," he growled to general grunts of laughter. "Anyone else want to move our women? Or are you smart enough to go sit somewhere else and let us have the table?" He looked around expectantly.
The rest of the pool players sensed danger and hustled their friend over to the bar to get him another drink. The darts boards also had been commandeered by the bikers. Slowly the locals began to head out the door, trying not to attract any attention, but determined to leave before they also became part of the entertainment for the newcomers, who obviously were used to getting their own way.
Tom had just put another double in front of Raul, when they both heard the redhead begin to address the patrons still left in the bar.
"So rumor has it that Raul Roderick, that sexy beast, has been hanging out here lately. We rode all the way over from Ely because I love his movies. And I got a message for him that I gotta deliver real personal-like. So where is he? He's here, right? 'Cause if he's not, I'm gonna be really pissed, and you wouldn't like me when I get pissed."
She began to visit all of the tables, checking out the men seated at them, flirting with many of them, insulting the women. No one dared to insult her back, choosing instead to leave. She and her friends laughed each time someone else left because of them. Once most of the tables of locals had left, she wandered over to sit on the pool table. She crossed one leg over the other and began to swing her high-heeled foot back and forth.
"Okay, so if I was rich and famous, I would be sitting in some kind of back-room somewhere, so I didn't have to be with the ordinary people. But if I was trying to blend in, to soak up the local flavor so I could play a local in a movie, I would probably be at the bar, right? So let's see--which of the guys with his face in his glass looks like Raul Roderick?" She began to work her way towards Raul. "Nah, too old. Nah, another old one. Nah, too blond. Whoa, another ginger? Baby, you and me gotta have a child. I want a brat with red hair to inherit my gang. Nah, you look like a man from the back but you're just an ugly woman. Nah, too light-skinned."
Raul set his face into a bland look, knowing he'd be the next person she'd pull away from the bar to get a better look at his face.
"Well, well, what have we here?" She turned his bar stool around so that he faced the dining area of the bar, now filled mostly with her gang members.
"He looks like he's Hispanic, doesn't he, José?"
"Sí, senorita. El es un Hispanico. He's even darker than me."
"That's 'cause his daddy was an injun, right, dude? Don't you guys read anything? How the fuck do you think I found out he'd be here? I stay informed on the important things that inquiring minds want to know." She draped herself on Raul, rubbing her ample breasts on his chest, her already-hard nipples tracing a figure-eight pattern. Her hands began to massage his thighs. "I gotta message for you from Tammy. Remember her? Nah, you probably don't. She said you were drunk as a skunk, but once she got you coked up, you were rarin' to go! From what I hear you drink as much as we do, and fuck like a rabbit anytime there's a rabbit-hole near you. But you usually don't settle for just one, taking two or three at a time home with you, to fuck their brains out."
She had straddled his thighs now and was rubbing herself on him, giving him a lap-dance without any music, since no one had been feeding the juke-box. "Tammy says you call your cock Big Rod. She says it's too big and hot for just one woman to handle. But her message to you is that you should give me a ride. I'm bettin' I can be all the woman you need, honey. See, me and my boys also fuck like rabbits, so I'm used to big dick and plenty of it. So what's say I open those jeans of yours and treat you to the blow-job of your life?"
Raul tried to gather his drunken thoughts together to make coherent words come out of his mouth. "Um, I don't know how to say this politely, so I'll just say no. I'm in training for my next movie role, and too fucking tired and sore to be able to get hard and stay there long enough to satisfy a woman like you. So why don't I take a rain check and you can hook up with me up some other time?" Raul was hoping that by flattering the woman he'd be able to get away from her. "In fact, I was just about to head on back to where I'm staying. I think I'm finally drunk enough to ignore the pain and fall asleep. So if you'll excuse me--" He tried to disentangle himself from her by pushing at her, to get her to move off his lap. Unfortunately she wasn't inclined to move.
She realizes he's turning her down--
The red-head backed off of him, sputtering in her anger. "Did you all hear that? This mother-fucker thinks he's too good for me! He's just insulted your queen by turning down the fuck of his life. Are you going to let him get away with that? Or are we gonna tie him down somewhere? If he can get hard, I get to fuck him. If he can't, you all get to beat the fuck out of him. Sound fair, boys?"
********************Copyright 2020, Fiona McGier
I never planned on writing more than the one book. But at the end of the book, Raul is advised by his director to contact Ivan, a local resort owner rumored to be ex-KGB, and to ask him to send someone to get the drug dealers to leave Raul alone, and to convince the biker queen to never try to contact him again, despite her threats to do so. Ivan sends his cousin Dmitri, who easily convinces the drug dealers to delete Raul's number, by using carefully applied torture, then driving them in their own cars, to leave them outside of the local hospital ER. But Dmitri has always had a weakness for redheads, so torture is out of the question. Dmitri gets her attention easily, but can he keep it? The problem is that Alexandra, the biker queen, loves sex so much that she screws all of the guys in her gang. But Dmitri doesn't share. Now what?
So yes, the villain of the first Minnesota Romance, became the heroine of the second book in the series. How? Let's just say she was very persuasive in my head, and so I wrote her a happily-ever-after of her own. Actually, neither Raul nor Alexandra are likable when we first read about them. But like all good characters, they grow and change, until by the end, you're rooting for them to have a good life.
What do other authors have to say about this subject? Check them out--
Skye Taylor http://www.skye-writer.com/blogging_by_the_sea
Judith Copek http://lynx-sis.blogspot.com/
Dr. Bob Rich https://wp.me/p3Xihq-1W6
Connie Vines http://mizging.blogspot.com/
Diane Bator http://dbator.blogspot.ca/
Helena Fairfax http://www.helenafairfax.com/blog
Rhobin L Courtright http://www.rhobincourtright.com
