What the Hell is Southern Gothic? WARNING... SOME NAUGHTY CONTENT

According to wikipedia, "Southern Gothic is a subgenre of Gothic fiction unique to American literature that takes place exclusively in the American South."  Most people think of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles or Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse series.  Though it's actually a much older genre than that.  Anne Rice and indeed the creators of "True Blood," wouldn't exist without folks like Thomas Wolfe and William Faulkner.  They knew way back then one inalienable truth-- the South is fuckin' creepy.  Like any other place in the world, lots of times we only see the stuff that's appropriate for postcards.  Outsiders are rarely exposed to the grimy underbelly.  And down here-- underbelly is good eatin'.  A history of slavery, pirates, serial killers, voodoo, hoodoo and religious fanaticism combined with a general spooky atmosphere make the American South a breeding ground for evil goings-on.  And that is a most delectable treat for a writer.  I don't have to look any further than my own family picture album to find artistic inspiration. 

My stories are almost always set in the South.  It's what I know.  I understand the people and places and it's just easier.  My next release from Rebel Ink Press, "Masquerade," is set in a stone house out in the middle of nowhere.  I never reveal what city they're in, it doesn't matter.  Anyone who has ever been to the South knows that every small town has a dirty little secret everyone is in on but no one will acknowledge.  The mansion in "Masquerade" is actually based on a house in a neighboring town that was rumored to be the home of key parties, orgies and even Satanic worship in its heyday.  It was set way back in the woods, but you could see the driveway from the street.  I remember driving by it and asking my mother about it.  She'd always say something like "That was Mr. So and So's house" and quickly change the subject.  I always suspected there was something interesting going on there, but it wasn't until I was older that I heard all the rumors of deviance.  Do I believe them?  I'm still not sure, but it makes for a Hell of a story...
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And now, that excerpt I promised...

Now that she was alone, her apprehension grew exponentially. When they’d started out, some light had still been left by the setting sun, but now night had settled in casting an inky blue cowl over the trees. She really was in the middle of nowhere, but surely Will wouldn’t have taken her someplace unsafe. He may be angry, but she believed him when he said he loved her. Wiping the tears that still clung to her cheeks, Blythe approached the gate.

The ironwork was impressive, though a bit too Edgar Alan Poe for her taste. Twisting spires ended in mean-looking points that were meant to deter unwanted visitors. The stone walls were covered in ivy and continued as far as she could see in both directions.

"Where the hell am I?" she said, pushing at the gate. It was surprisingly heavy and at first wouldn’t budge, but after a few more tries the gate swung open with an earsplitting creak. "Follow the path up to the door," she repeated, looking around in the dark for the so-called path. As if in answer to her prayers, the moon came out from behind the clouds, lighting up a narrow stone path that snaked through the trees. Her heart pounded in her chest almost painfully, but she took a deep breath and started to walk.

The path wound through the forest for a quarter of a mile before she came to a break in the trees. Opening up before her was a vast courtyard surrounding a hulking mansion built of rough stone. Blythe paused, looking up at the place with its intimidating darkness. She’d lived in this town nearly her whole life and had never seen a place like this, or even heard of one. Lights were on inside and as she got closer she could hear people talking, their words traveling on the breeze softly so that she couldn’t make out what they were saying. The path led her around the courtyard and through a garden to a side door where the scent of jasmine and rose

hung thick in the air. She wondered why she wasn’t supposed to go to the front door like everyone else.

She stood there for a long time, wondering if she should just wait or knock on the door. What if this was all some sadistic joke, perpetrated by her husband for the purpose of humiliating her in retaliation. But Will wasn’t like that. They had been together for far too long for him to rear an emotionally abusive head. Blythe trusted him implicitly. She’d just gotten the courage to knock lightly when the door swung open. A woman in a long, black medieval style gown stared out at her, looking expectant.

"Oh. Hello there. My name is"

"We don’t use names here," the woman replied curtly. "You’re expected."

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Aaah... nothing like a creepy old housekeeper to really set the mood, huh?  If you're intrigued, don't forget to leave a comment along with an email address, as I will be choosing one lucky commentor to win a free copy of "Masquerade" when it comes out on December 17th!  Also, please join me over at my blog, "The Southern Belle from Hell," to keep the party going!

Presenting... Alexandra Christian

I thought I'd start this crazy blog party with a little introduction.  My name is Alexandra Christian, or Lexxx if you like (yes, those three Xs are on purpose), and it's lovely to see you all today.  I'm an author of mostly paranormal erotic romance and horror.  In case you don't know what that means, I write about not-so-nice girls getting it on with out of this world heroes.  Vampires, werewolves, selkies, angels and demons-- and that's just recently!  My first novel, Hellsong, was published just over a year ago with Sugar and Spice Press and ever since, I've been working my sweet Southern ass off to churn out as much sin and debauchery as I can. 

A while ago, I christened myself The Southern Belle from Hell and I think it's a title that suits me well.  I live in a small town in South Carolina-- incidentally, it's the same town I've lived in my entire life.  The rich Southern culture, fried foods and a healthy dose of superstition have colored my personality and my writing style. I have an extremely tolerant husband, also an author, who is the epitome of the Southern male with his buttery thick accent, laidback swagger and simple sweetness that makes women of all ages swoon.  Of course, how we ended up together is a miraculous wonder.  I'm a closeted goth schoolteacher and when we go out, he looks like my chaperone, but it works!

I think I've always been a writer.  As a child, my favorite thing was to create these intricate dramas for me and my friends to act out.  I was reknowned in my neighborhood for playing Pretend.  This led me early in life towards being an actress-- which i pursued for quite some time.  And from time to time, I still long for the stage and make myself available to the local community theater.  In high school and college, I began to dabble in earnest with writing.  I joined some online writers' groups and managed to meet two of my best friends in the world writing fan fiction.  Once I became addicted to the positive feedback, I decided that come Hell or Hiawatha (as my husband says), I was going to be a writer.  It also helped that I had my big sister, who at that time was in the midst of getting her own writing career started, harping on me to write something original.  I finally started taking her advice and a few years ago, I met author Dahlia Rose who encouraged me to try the eBook market.  And the rest, as they say, is history. 

Now I know I said earlier that I was an author of PARANORMAL erotic romance.  So of course my next release has nothing to do with the paranormal.  Unless you count the number of orgasms... It's a contemporary romance short from Rebel Ink Press entitled "Masquerade."  Check out the blurb...

“What's your fantasy?”

Blythe McLachlan had the perfect life until the night he said those three little words that could make or break a relationship. When Blythe tells her husband about her fantasy of a hot menage, he's less than pleased. But when he drops her off at a mysterious masquerade ball, she finds that the boundaries of love can be crossed and rules are made to be broken.

Coming up in my next post, I'll give you a little sample of "Masquerade," but until then, don't forget to leave me a comment or two along with an email address because I will be choosing one lucky commentor to receive a FREE copy of "Masquerade" when it drops on December 17th!  What could be more perfect than curling up on the couch with your new Christmas Kindle and reading some hot menage action?  I can't think of anything better.

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Hungry for more Lexxx?  Come find her over at her blog, "The Southern Belle from Hell."