With: Lauren Baratz-Logsted
When asked to write something for a paranormal romance site, I feel a little out of my depth. It’s not that I haven’t written books that could be classified that way – my current Zombie Abbey comes to mind – and it’s certainly not that I don’t read it; indeed, I love it. But the genre is so vast, it feels impossible for someone like me to feel like any kind of an expert on it. So I thought that, today, I’d discuss a little bit about what I consider to be the big three – Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies – represent to me.
VAMPIRES: I want to get with that. OK, so maybe with the original vampire movie figure, Nosferatu, I don’t feel that way. I mean, sure, they say that for every crooked pot there’s a lid that fits it perfectly, so I guess someone out there must find him a hottie, but I’m not feeling it. Still, from the moment Frank Langella first burst on the Broadway stage as Dracula through Anne Rice’s creation of The Vampire Lestat and beyond, there’s just…something about a vampire; something eternally – in every sense of the word – sexy that makes me feel like: If he doesn’t kill me, yeah, I’d like to get with that!
WEREWOLVES: I want to find a way to live with that. I mean, they’re just kind of like big dogs, aren’t they? And I like pets just as much as the next person although, truth to tell, I’m more of a cat person. Still, isn’t it our responsibility as humans to find a way to coexist with all the other animals on the planet. So, sure, let’s find a way to live with that.
ZOMBIES: We need to end this s*** right now. See, this is where it gets real. There’s nothing positive that zombies bring to the table. You don’t want to get with it and you certainly can’t live side by side with it. You can’t engage in witty, flirtatious, intelligent banter with it like you can a vampire. You can’t engage its heart or domesticate it like you can a werewolf. It wants to eat your brains, for crying out loud! As a result: You just need that s*** gone. This is why zombies represent the greatest existential threat and why they were the perfect paranormal presence for me to pick when I created…
Zombie Abbey! After all, once you’ve got zombies, everyone who never imagined working together – upstairs, downstairs, villagers – has to do so if there’s to be hope that any of them will survive. This, of course, lays the groundwork for romance to thrive in the unlikeliest of places, despite the previous restrictions of a class-bound society. Plus, I do love the way those two words sound together: Zombie Abbey. Although now that we’re having this discussion, it occurs to me that Vampire Abbey and Werewolf Abbey could have their own charms as well. So maybe one day I’ll write those too?
Thanks for having me!
Excerpt from Zombie Abbey:
Kate rose from her seat at the table, leaving the plans behind as she crossed the room and lifted up the face mask on the suit of armor to see who was inside.
“Father!” she cried.
“You were expecting somebody else, maybe?”
“No, of course not. But what are you doing in there?”
“Well, that Daniel did say we were to prepare ourselves. And I’m just trying to do my part. I did think this might come in useful.” He clanked his arms about a bit to demonstrate, laughing all the while.
“Father.” She narrowed her eyes shrewdly at him. “Are you trying to sabotage us?”
“No, of course not! How can you even think such a thing? But we can’t just be nothing but doom and gloom all the time. And when has a little bit of levity hurt anybody?”
“Never mind that now. Come here and see what Daniel has drawn up.”
Kate was pleased when Father obeyed her, following her to the table, although his gait was awkward and he did clink so much.
“Look!” Kate said, pointing at the pages.
“What is it?” Father asked, but then the face mask fell down again and she was forced to lift it for him and then hold it in place while she attempted to show him what she wanted him to see.
“You see here?” she said. “He’s marked off some places, all along the perimeter of the estate and at various random points within the main property. He says we might want to dig trenches there.”
“Trenches? But won’t that spoil the look of the place?”
And the three teenage Clarke sisters thought what they’d wear to dinner was their biggest problem…
Lady Kate, the entitled eldest.
Lady Grace, lost in the middle and wishing she were braver.
Lady Lizzy, so endlessly sunny, it’s easy to underestimate her.
Then there’s Will Harvey, the proud, to-die-for—and possibly die with!—stable boy; Daniel Murray, the resourceful second footman with a secret; Raymond Allen, the unfortunate-looking young duke; and Fanny Rogers, the unsinkable kitchen maid.
Upstairs! Downstairs! Toss in some farmers and villagers!
None of them ever expected to work together for any reason.
But none of them had ever seen anything like this.
About Lauren Baratz-Logsted:
Lauren Baratz-Logsted is the author of over thirty books for adults, teens and children. In case it’s not clear yet, she’d like to get with a vampire, find a way to live with a werewolf, and have absolutely nothing to do with zombies…unless of course we’re talking about writing about them. Visit her at www.laurenbaratzlogsted.com or follow her @LaurenBaratzL on Twitter.
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