Villains, I love ‘em. A juicy bad guy is so much fun to read, to watch, to write. They get the best lines and they get to behave in the most atrocious manner without apology. I read somewhere not long ago that the best bad guys believe they are in fact the good guys but I don’t believe that. Nope. The best bad guys know that they are bad and they revel in their debauchery. I personally do not enjoy a bad guy that is conflicted by his/her demons. I don’t want to feel empathy for the villain. I want an antagonist I can really sink my teeth into.
It’s like asking Anne Rice fans which character they preferred: Louis or Lestat, which I’ve done, and Lestat almost always wins. Let’s face it--Louis was a world-class whiner.
Well-written heroes, and heroines alike, have to have a little darkness to round out the light or you get a boring Pollyanna; an unrealistic goody-goody that no one will be able to relate to because people are not that two-dimensional. But the opposite does not hold true when crafting the bad guy. Oh no, the villain, ah, the villain can be simply motivated by the darkest of desires. He doesn’t have to be complex because the reader doesn’t have to connect. The reader doesn’t want to connect. As an author, you don’t want them to; you want them to fear the villain, to loathe him, but most importantly you need him to make your protagonist heroic.
Villains are a necessary evil. And damn if they’re not a good time, too.
Enjoy this excerpt from Goddess of the Hunt:
Reece stood and paced. Matthew sat quiet, watchful, and Reece considered him out of his peripheral vision. He loved Matthew like a brother, the only family he had, and he’d kill Matthew in a heartbeat. He thought Matthew knew it, too. What kind of monster did that make him? He didn’t care. He stopped when the guttural sex noises down the hall ceased.
“I don’t like it. Keep an eye on her. And on Eoin.”
“Do you really think he’d turn on us after all this time?” Matthew added whiskey to two tumblers.
“We killed his brother, mate. I’ll never trust him fully. Not like I trust you. But, no, I don’t think he would betray us for a pretty piece of ass. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you to watch him just the same.” Reece picked up his drink and took a healthy sip. “Matter of fact, Matthew? Reach out to our little friend across the pond and see what he can dig up on the delightfully loud Ms. Fleming.”
Matthew picked up his own glass but didn’t drink from it.
“Reece? Is this genuine caution or are you just searching for a reason to take the woman for yourself?”
“Does it matter?”
About the Author:
A city girl, born and bred, I place my stories in and around southeast Pennsylvania, or at least have a character or two from the area. Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.
Making my own dreams come true, one happily ever after at a time!
#beckyflade, #decadentpub, #goddessromance, #goddess, #paranormalromance