We had the good fortune to interview Alistair Cross, author of The Crimson Corset among other wonderfully chilling titles. Please read on and find out what makes this master of horror tick.
Make sure you check out Alistair’s work at the links given below. I know this little bookworm will be reading The Crimson Corset tonight!
TDBW: How many books do you currently have available?
In collaboration with Tamara Thorne, the first eight installments of the Gothic serialized novel, The Ghosts of Ravencrest, and The Cliffhouse Haunting, a full-length novel, are currently available. As for solo works, there’s The Crimson Corset, a vampire novel which was completed in July.
TDBW: What projects are you currently working on?
The next Thorne & Cross collaboration, a psychological thriller, is underway. I have also begun my next solo novel, which is a little different than anything I’ve done before.
TDBW: Do you have any books coming out soon?
The next book that will be available is The Ghosts of Ravencrest. Although a serialization, the recent story arc has been wrapped up and all eight installments will compiled into a full-length novel. Ravencrest is an ongoing saga though, and the next installments will begin immediately. It’s like a soap opera … it just keeps going …
TDBW: Which book, or series, is your favorite?
I don’t think I could choose a favorite, although I get especially excited about The Ghosts of Ravencrest, probably because there is so much history there, and so many possibilities.
TDBW: Who are some of your favorite authors?
I love the darkness of Edgar Allan Poe, the atmosphere of Ray Bradbury, the horror of Richard Laymon, and the shock of Bentley Little.
TDBW: Which book(s) inspire you the most?
I’m inspired by so many books, some classics, some contemporary. If I had to choose a great source of inspiration, I think of Gerald’s Game by Stephen King. This book taught me a lot in terms of character development and terror in general. I’ve also been greatly inspired by Dean Koontz’s Whispers, which is one of the books that made me want to be a writer.
TDBW: Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what band(s) do you play?
I have tried that and found it to be distracting, the exception being some instrumental music.
TDBW: Any hobbies?
In my spare time, I like to read, drive around aimlessly, and take pictures.
TDBW: Tell us some more about yourself including your website and where we can find you on social media sites:
In addition to writing, I host an hour-long horror-themed radio show with my collaborator, Tamara Thorne, called Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE! Haunted Nights LIVE! features fact, fiction, and the gray area between … we interview authors, paranormal experts, and even the occasional psychic. Our guests have included Laurell K. Hamilton, Jeff Lindsay, Douglas Clegg, Christopher Rice, Charlaine Harris, Richard Christian Matheson, Jay Bonansinga, and Christopher Moore.
My website: alistaircross.com
TDBW: Care to share a bit of one of your books with us?
This is from my latest release, The Crimson Corset:
Something touched Samantha Corbett’s face. She opened her eyes, blinking them hard against the blurriness, and gasped as her vision came into focus.
The tall woman with the flat top was dabbing at Samantha’s lip with a cold wet corner of cloth.
What’s her name? Samantha moved her head away from the Amazon’s touch, but her movement was limited. She was strapped to the same bed, in the same room she’d been in before she attempted to flee. The memories came back, and her brush with freedom – I was so close – so close – brought fresh tears.
“Be still.” The Amazon – Jazminka … that’s her name – grabbed Samantha’s hair at the top of her head, wound it tight, and held her in place. “You vere very bad.” Samantha heard the Slavic accent in the woman’s low tone. Jazminka looked at the bloodied cloth a moment and licked her lips. Then her gaze settled on Samantha’s mouth. “I vant you to be still.”
Jazminka lowered her face and Samantha pressed her head hard against the pillows in a futile attempt to elude her as the Amazon’s lips fastened onto her own. Pain flared as Jazminka sucked Samantha’s bleeding lower lip into her mouth. Samantha tried to scream, but it sounded like a weak moan.
The Amazon’s mouth was a suction cup, milking blood from Samantha like a hungry piglet at its mother’s teat.
Hot tears streamed from Samantha’s eyes. She felt the prick of sharp teeth and let her thoughts wander elsewhere. She refused to think about Jazminka or her hideous mouth with those terrible pointed teeth. Instead, she relived her near-escape. I almost got away. I almost got away. And if she’d done it once, she could do it again. She knew it was possible now.
Jazminka broke the sickening kiss, raised her head, and gave Samantha a satisfied smile. “Exqveesite.” The word crept from her mouth like a serpent slithering out of its hole.