A.J. Locke, author of Black Widow Witch is here today!
Welcome, A.J! I’m so glad you could be here today.
Tell us more about your book—take us beyond the official “book blurb”.
I’ll tell you what inspired it: the T.V. show Scrubs. There was a scene where the main character J.D was fantasizing about his friend Turk being made of chocolate and took a bite out of him, then I started thinking about a character who was cursed to eat people and Black Widow Witch took shape from there. I had the first draft done in ten days.
Wow! Impressive—and what a great how-I-got-my-idea story!
Give us more info about your main characters—who are they?
Malachi is a witch who is cursed by the sadistic witch queen to butcher any man she falls in love with (due to the fact that she had an affair with the queen’s favorite lover). She was also banished to the human world from the witches’ realm, the Aeverneath, and makes her living running a bar where she makes magicked drinks. Julian is assigned to be her Shadow Officer since the humans keep a close eye on the cursed witches living among them, and he and Malachi grow closer the more time they spend together.
Of course they do
What scene in your book was the most fun to write, and why?
Ah, that’s hard to choose. But without giving too much away I really liked writing a scene towards the end of the book between Malachi and Julian where they get close.
Sounds like it’ll be fun to read too!
How long have you been writing, and what (or who) inspired you to start?
I’ve been writing books since I was fourteen and I was inspired simply by my imagination and wanting to create a world of my own that I could escape into.
Can’t ask for better inspiration!
What do you like best about being a writer?
I love the whole creative process from coming up with an idea, fleshing it out, then building my characters and the world they live in. It’s always fun to see what I can think of next to write about.
Sure, as long as you don’t wait until the day before NaNoWriMo to start thinking. Or the day of. Not that I’ve done that. Much…
What is the most challenging part of being a writer?
Dealing with writer’s block!
I hear you!
What are you working on right now? What can readers look for from you in the next year?
Right now I’m working on the sequel to my first published novel, Affairs of the Dead. Hopefully it will be out within the next year.
What authors and/or books have inspired you?
It’s hard for me to name an author or book; I think everything I’ve read has had an impact on how I’ve developed as a writer.
What are you currently reading?
The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater
I loved her Shiver books! Need to read her others…on the TBR…
Please share a favorite scene from your book with our readers.
This isn’t the scene I was talking about before, but it is a scene where Malachi and Julian get close, and it doesn’t lead anywhere good.
“I don’t like the look on your face,” he said, voice soft. “You look like you’ve given up.”
“I don’t like feeling like I’ve given up,” I said. “But it’s like I’m turning in circles. My friends are trying to get me killed, I mean, that’s heavy shit, right?”
Julian nodded, his face serious, his eyes still on me. I was a sucker for beautiful eyes, and I couldn’t help noticing the flecks of gold and green in Julian’s, or the way he looked at me, like I wasn’t a witch with a disgusting curse. Suddenly I felt the weight of my loneliness crash over me, and I wished I could reach out to him. If he hadn’t sent sparks dancing along my skin I might be able to get away with hugging him, but even though we only had bare physical contact, I started to feel that detested clench in my stomach that meant bad things were going to happen if I didn’t stop it. I started tugging my hand away, but he didn’t let me. Instead, he moved closer and pulled me in to his body, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my neck. I had to pull back, I should pull back, but…
It felt good…achingly good.
Having a man pull me into his embrace like this was a feeling I had tried to let myself forget, because the memory of it only brought me pain. But I didn’t have a memory, I had the real thing, and I couldn’t resist it. I may not be a head in a box or in a constant state of decomposition, but I realized that what Queen Solenne had cursed me with went far deeper than I had thought. She’d cursed me not only with an unnatural appetite, but with existing without ever getting close to someone like this, not in a way I would want. I could hug Kharas, I could have hugged Randy or any of the men who tried to date me, but it would never be like this, something that was mutually felt, something that went beyond friendship. If it did, then my curse would rear its ugly head. I had been cursed to isolation for the rest of my life, and feeling the strength that Julian held on to me with, I wondered how I would ever be able to stand living like this for eternity.
Julian sighed, and his body shuddered against mine, and I heard him slowly inhale the scent of my hair. Was he out of his mind? Didn’t he remember what I was? Why was he so at ease with being close to me? He pulled back and held my face between his hands, and his eyes dropped to my lips. My own mouth was parted slightly in anticipation, my pulse racing, my palms sweaty, and as he moved in to brush his lips across mine, hunger exploded through my body like a hurricane, and I pushed Julian away and sprang to my feet, practically jumping to the other side of the room.
The heat I felt in my body wasn’t appealing anymore, it was painful. It felt like someone was poking me with a flaming hot stick from the inside out. All I could think about was sinking my hands and teeth into Julian’s skin and ripping his body to pieces, gorging myself on him until I was sated. The image that conjured doubled me over as intense nausea washed over me. It was damn near impossible to carry both the feeling of need and repulsion at the same time.
Thanks so much, A.J.! Keep reading to find out more about BLACK WIDOW WITCH, plus another excerpt!
A.J. Locke is an author and artist, originally from Trinidad, now residing in New York City. Black Widow Witch is her second published novel, and other than writing she enjoys reading, drawing, painting, graphic design, and watching too much television.
Title: Black Widow Witch
Author: A. J. Locke
Release Date: 5/15/2014
Genre: Urban Fantasy
A deadly curse, a deadly assassin, and one shot to save everyone she loves…
Malachi Erami can’t fall in love. After she’s caught with Knave, the witch Queen’s favorite lover, she’s cursed to savagely butcher any man she falls for. Exiled to live among humans, Malachi runs a bar that serves magic-laced drinks, but since her curse labels her high risk, she’s also closely monitored. Julian Vira is her latest babysitter, but he’s also the first man since Knave that she’s been attracted to. Good-looking and nonjudgmental of her horrible curse? Yeah, he’s hard to resist.
But when Malachi finds a body behind her bar, she knows she’s in trouble. If the Witches Control Council gets wind of it, she’ll be accused of murder and sent to her death. And when her friends start getting framed for murder, she realizes she’s not the only target. Malachi and Julian dig into the evidence to clear her name, but the closer they get to answers, the closer the curse comes to taking over. So when Malachi uncovers a plot to kill the witch Queen, she finds herself suddenly recruited into service, with the promise of having her curse lifted and a reunion with Knave as well. But if she fails, Knave will die. And she and Julian might not live long enough to see that happen.
Today was the anniversary of the worst day of my life, and I’d been trying to forget about it by consuming a vast amount of booze. The fact that I owned a bar greatly helped with that endeavor, and the fact that I was drunk was an accomplishment, since witches weren’t easily susceptible to alcohol. Humans were onto something with this whole drinking-to-forget-one’s-crappy-life thing.
Behind the bar, I poured a shot for an eager customer. Amaretto, Southern Comfort peach liqueur, and sweet-and-sour mix went into the glass, then I held my hand over the drink and let a stream of purple magic, the same color as my eyes, flow into it. The drink glowed purple for a few seconds, then I handed it to the customer, who drank it with no hesitation. After slamming the glass down, he grabbed the tipsy woman who’d been hanging on him and gave her a sloppy kiss, then led her out of the bar. I smiled and shook my head. The magic I’d put into the shot, aptly named Piece of Ass, would ensure they didn’t leave the bedroom tonight.
Somewhere in the room I heard riotous laughter, and above that the voice eliciting that laughter. Xiune was having a good night for a change and wasn’t holed up in my office. Though since she was just a head inside a clear acrylic box, it was understandable that sometimes all she wanted to do was hide.
“Malachi, darling!” Xiune called. “Seven handsome young men have requested the Challenge!” I smiled slyly. I loved administering the Challenge.
“It’s time for the Seven Deadly Sins Challenge!” I announced, filling up eight shot glasses with vodka, one of which I downed. “Which sin will it be and what will its victim do?” People shouted their guesses while I sent tendrils of magic into the shots. My magic sparked like tiny bolts of lightning, and like the shot I had just made, the liquid briefly glowed purple. I focused on one of the glasses and started whispering a spell, channeling the essence of one of the seven deadly sins through my body. For a brief moment, my body became flushed with a feeling of ravenous desire, then it flowed out of me into the shot glass. I felt rather charged and wondered if this had been the right sin to choose tonight. But hey, I was drunk, and I kind of wanted to see someone suffer. Misery loves company right?
I levitated the shot glasses onto a tray and sauntered over to the table where Xiune was entertaining the men who thought they were up for the Challenge. With her flawless complexion, golden eyes, and vibrant red hair, Xiune didn’t need a body to be beautiful. I’d known her when she had one though, and if she’d been sitting there in all her glory, she’d have every man kneeling at her feet. Her allure was only heightened by the fact that she was a bodiless beauty who used her magic to float herself around in a box. The box wasn’t necessary for Xiune to move around, but she felt safer inside it when she was out in public. That way if a witch hater spat on her, she’d have a shield. It also prevented those on the other end of the spectrum, people who were fascinated by witches, from getting too close. I set the shot glasses down and motioned for the men to stand around the table. They looked like your typical college fare: unkempt hair, sagging pants, and some sort of ironic or sports themed T-shirt. High-fives and shit talking all around.
“Now boys,” I said, leaning forward on my forearms, giving my cleavage time to shine. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? One of you is moments away from experiencing a sin you may or may not enjoy.” They assured me they were man enough to handle any sin, and I smiled. The fun thing about the Challenge was that everyone handled it differently. One man caught with gluttony had run across the street to McDonalds, spent over a hundred dollars on food, then sat on the floor and gorged himself. A woman under the same gluttony spell had tried to eat her friend’s purse.
“Let’s hope it’s lust and let’s hope it’s me,” one of the men said, winking at me. He stood a couple of inches over six feet, had brown hair and a lanky physique. If he started spending time at the gym, maybe his lame come-ons would give him more luck getting laid.
“Honey, I would eat you up,” I said with a slow smile. Normally I would never have said such a line, but all the alcohol I had consumed was speaking for me. He probably had no idea how true those words were though, because his smile never wavered. However, for a moment after I spoke, I saw another face in place of his, and it cut through my drunken haze like a knife. I gasped, and he must have thought that was a sign he had a chance with me, because his smile became more lascivious. Lucky for him, he did nothing for me.
“Malachi, let’s get this show going.” Xiune slid her box over to nudge me, and I shook my head and turned back to the waiting crowd.
“All right, it’s about to go down!” I yelled. “For anyone who hasn’t witnessed the Challenge before, I’ll explain how it works. One of these shot glasses is infused with the essence of one of the seven deadly sins, and the recipient will be overcome with that sin for the next half hour, while the others will experience the most euphoric feeling they’ve ever experienced from a shot of alcohol.” I motioned for the men to pick up a glass, and Mister Flirtatious had one more wink for me.
“Gentlemen, take your shot of sin!” They took their shots to the head. When they slammed their glasses down, every eye in the room was on them. After about twenty seconds, one of the men—not Winky—suddenly gasped, whipped his head around, and bolted from among his friends to accost a mildly attractive woman standing nearby.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, please!” He shook her by the upper arms while she stared at him, mortified, as his friends tried to pry him off her. I brayed with laughter, as did Xiune and everyone else in the bar.
“Oh god, I’m so horny. Someone please, fuck me!” He struggled against his laughing friends, trying to reach any female in sight, with his erection leading the way. Lust had been the winner tonight, and for the next thirty minutes this poor sap would be lusting after every woman he saw, whether she was twenty-eight or eighty-two. He even lurched toward Xiune, but she floated out of the way. Xiune was one sexy head in a box and had a mouth she could work wonders with. She often came out of her box to work those wonders on any willing man. There were more than you’d think.
“Right sin, wrong guy, right?” brown-haired dude said to me.
I rolled my eyes. “You and your friends will have your hands full for the next half hour. I suggest you hold on to him real good and don’t be surprised if he turns to one of you when it starts to look like he won’t be getting any women.”
He laughed and pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll call his girlfriend, though she’ll probably be too pissed at him for doing this to alleviate his lust.” He left the bar to make the call, while the other five continued to hold on to their friend, laughing like they’d never experienced anything so hilarious in their lives. Some of the more mischievous or drunk women teased the guy by parading in front of him and doing dirty little stripper moves. Only his friends’ hold stopped him from tackling one of them and trying to rip her clothes off.
I wasn’t afraid of things getting out of hand because I could break the spell any time I wanted. There was always a point where things stopped being amusing and started getting annoying. I left them and headed back behind the bar, while Xiune found another table of people to entertain. She was a wonderful songstress, and soon her melodic voice filled the bar as I went back to making magicked drinks. I glanced at my watch, noting that it was almost midnight, which meant the day was almost over. That didn’t actually mean anything though. The day passing didn’t mean I would forget the curse that was hanging over my life.
“Hey, Malachi, can you pass me a knife?”
“Knave?” I quickly turned to the busboy, James, who was bent over a box behind the bar.
“No, I said knife,” he said. My throat was suddenly tight, but I reached under the bar, got a knife, and handed it to him. I stood back and ran my hands through my short black curls, blowing out a slow breath as I tried to rein in my reaction to thinking I had heard the name Knave. That was the name attached to the face I did not like to think about, but no amount of alcohol and rowdy college boys taking the Challenge could truly put him from my mind. I didn’t want to see Knave’s face, didn’t want to think about the hard muscles my hands used to slide over, following the planes of his body to his waist and not stopping until I touched something that arched his back and made him whisper my name. I didn’t want to think about the nights we’d spent wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling our hearts beating against each other. But of course, since his name crossed my lips, he was all I could think about.
Falling in love with Knave was why I was cursed. And I could only blame myself. I should have known better than to take someone else’s lover to my bed. Especially if the woman crossed was a witch queen who was powerful, sadistic, and known to curse people just for sneezing out of place.
“Malachi? Excuse me, Malachi?” I blinked and brought myself out of my thoughts, turning to see that one of the other busboys, Dan, was trying to get my attention. He held a box of empty liquor bottles and needed me to move so he could pass. I shuffled out of the way, but thinking of Knave and my curse, along with all the beer and shots I’d drunk tonight, made me feel slightly unstable. Suddenly, the rowdiness in my bar wasn’t fun; it was obnoxious, and I wanted to get away from it. I headed through the door Dan had passed through, into the hallway that led to my office and the Dumpster out back. Halfway down the hallway, I heard a crash, followed by a scream. I ran through the back door, taking in several things at once that left me rooted to the spot. One, the revolting stench that went far beyond what our single Dumpster could give off. Two, Dan standing rigidly a few feet away with broken bottles scattered at his feet. And three, the thing that had caused him to drop the bottles and scream. Behind the Dumpster was a dead body.