Through a writer friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend, a couple of years ago I met the lovely Storm Grant. She’s a hard-working woman devoted to her craft, and her work shows it. Wonderfully adept across genres, she’s a skilled sextress and daring literary provocateur. Don’t misunderstand–Storm’s stories aren’t all sex and sweat. Rather, witty writing styled with urban, relatable characters and themes keeps her readers riveted. In short: she’s sexy-smart.
Storm Grant describes herself as a writer of short and long tales with work spanning both genres and genders. Her stories offer titillation and merriment, and in a few cases, horror. She’s published with MLR, Torquere, Phaze, Blood Bound Books, eXessica, Amber Quill, and now, Riptide Publishing.
Her current release due out at the end of the month from Riptide Publishing, SUCKS & BLOWS, is the epic (but short!) love story between a vampire and his dentist. Here’s the blurb:
Deeply in debt to a loan shark, oversexed dentist Cary Drewel lives in fear of foreclosure and bodily harm. His new practice is missing one rather crucial element: patients. Which, terrifyingly enough, is the one thing his creditors also don’t have.
Pierce Sharpe, a powerful vampire with a drinking problem—or, more accurately, a problem drinking—can’t feed through the pain in his damaged eye teeth. In danger of losing his standing in the vampire community, Pierce seeks Cary’s dental services. When Cary extracts his canines, Pierce must turn to other bodily fluids for sustenance.
Together, Cary and Pierce find a mutually pleasurable solution to both their problems. Turns out, though, there’s more to this dentist-patient relationship than simple suction, and what began with raw hunger from each of them might just end in love.
I told you–sexy-smart. And here’s a little tease:
Cary was just about to jerk off again when the electronic door chime squawked the first few bars of “Another One Bites the Dust.”
He rushed out to the reception area. “Hello. Welcome to Drewel’s Dentistry!” He hoped he didn’t sound too anxious. And that his residual hard-on wasn’t tenting his racy black dental smock.
That the visitor was tall and handsome, with a muscular build and chiseled cheekbones, did little to dampen Cary’s arousal.
“I . . . I thaw your brothure.” The man held out Cary’s carefully crafted (but badly printed) flyer:
Drewel’s Family Dental Clinic
~ Vampires Our Specialty ~
“You do vampireth?”
“Absolutely.” Cary grinned. He’d included the vampire reference to show he was the dentist with a sense of humor. And also to attract the Twilight age group, which was ripe for expensive orthodontia.
“Hurths.” The man pointed to his upper lip, red and swollen on either side of his sexy little cupid’s bow.
“I can help you with your dental breakdown, Mr. . . .”
“Tharpe. Pierthe Tharpe.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Sharpe. May I call you Pierce?”
“Thure.” Pierce held out his hand.
“Call me Cary, then.” Cary grasped the outstretched hand, surprised at how cold and shaky Pierce felt. This guy was in bad shape. He looked like death—if death were really cute, that is.
Storm is a board member of the Toronto chapter of the RWA, a member of the FF&P chapter, and a founding member of the Rainbow Romance Writers chapter. Her business degree has seen much use over the three decades she’s spent working in marketing and administration. She lives in Toronto, Canada, with her husband, a miscellany of rescued pets, and a rather messy house.