I think in music.
That's why playlists are so much fun for me...and in many ways, crucial to the way I write. Below is the playlist for my newest book, The Devil's Disease, as well as a few corresponding quotes.
1. The Vampyre Of Time And Memory– Queens Of The Stone Age
Night was never dark enough in the city.
2. Things Look Different When The Sun Goes Down– Kate Mann
It was time to remember why she was here.
They needed Jesper MacMillian's help.
3. Restless Sinner– Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
"Jesper MacMillian, meet Seneca Lynch."
4. Fresh Blood– Eels
MacMillian blinked. "A vampire dive bar?"
5. A Pain That I’m Used To– Depeche Mode
MacMillian sighed, and looked around. He was suddenly, painfully aware of how his cane must make him appear. How long was wounded prey likely to last in a room full of predators?
6. This Is My Life– Firewater
He had never gone to this section of Folsom Street after dark before.
At least, not intentionally.
7. Cry Little Sister– The Anix
"You really gonna play like you're not afraid?" His lips peeled back from his teeth. "Do you know what I do to little girls like you in the dark?"
8. All Alone– David O’Dowda
She let out a deep sigh and whispered, "Thank you."
MacMillian didn't answer, but just before sleep dragged her under, she felt his lips press her forehead.
9. Pink Houses– John Mellencamp
A grin tugged at his lips. Of all the ways to wake up, Lena Alan belting John Mellencamp's Pink Houses was far from the worst.
10. Who Needs The Sunshine?– The Heavy
MacMillian stared. "So someone created a virus specifically to drive vampires insane?"
11. Didn’t Know Yet What I’d Know When I Was Bleeding– Dax Riggs
The Lynch he'd gotten to know was a man torn between personal loyalties and his dedication to his job. As far as he'd seen, the job won out every time.
12. Spilling Blood– Aesthetic Perfection
"Certain things go on in the dark you might not be ready for."
13. I Want You– Lindi Ortega
Lena met his eyes. "Let's just say that normal life you were talking about is sounding really good right now."
14. Dropping Like Flies– Firewater
"Where are you?" She could hear MacMillian scrambling in the background, heard a car door slam and the familiar rumble of the Fury's engine. "Lena! Tell me where you are."
15. Under Your Skin– Aesthetic Perfection
Lena screamed. Deep in her subconscious, the shadow pushed.
16. Light of Day– The Silent Comedy
"Let's go get your girl back."
17. Blood On My Name– The Brothers Bright
"You're no monster." Lynch shrugged. "Fortunately, I am."
18. Cut Me (I’ll Bleed Like Any Man)– Tony James Shevlin
He slicked on some deodorant and brushed his teeth, then took a moment and stared at himself in the mirror. Today he looked like he'd been through a war.
19. Stolen Roses– Karen Elson
MacMillian had to stand with her. She didn't know where she would be if he didn't.
20. Summertime Sadness– Lana Del Rey
"Don't worry, schatzi," he murmured. "I'm going to fix you. I'm going to fix everything."
Thanks for listening! I hope you'll pick up a copy of the book, and when you do, I hope this soundtrack plays in your head while you read it!
Genre: urban fantasy
Date of Publication: March 31, 2016
Word Count: 93,338
Cover Artist: Amy Mateyka
In the city by the Bay, things are about to get bloody...
Psychic medium Lena Alan always sticks to what she knows, and what she knows are dead people. When her brother Cyrus agrees to look into a troubling incident for local vampire Seneca Lynch, Lena finds herself in unfamiliar territory.
One thing is clear: she needs a detective, and there's only one she trusts.
Private investigator Jesper MacMillian is ready to get back to business. Between his duties as leader of the city's Romani community and the stack of unfinished paperwork on his desk, he doesn't have time to think about ghosts, witches, or Lena Alan. After nearly a month of no contact, he's starting to think she's forgotten about him...until she waltzes through his office door and hands him a new case.
Still reeling from his last encounter with the subversive world, MacMillian is tempted to turn it down. But this is Lena, and he can't bring himself to tell her no. He soon finds himself drawn even deeper into the shadows, into a part of the demimonde where folklore is real and nightmares are born.
This time, there are more than just ghosts walking the streets of San Francisco.
There are monsters, too.
The Wayfare Hotel for Restless Spirits was every bit as spooky as he remembered.
MacMillian wedged his dark green Plymouth Fury into a spot alongside The Panhandle, and stared across the street at the vast old Victorian. Was it him, or had it expanded since he'd last been here? That was impossible, of course. Even so, he could have sworn several of the turrets were new.
Lena waited until he had hoisted himself from the car, then started across the street. MacMillian headed after her with a wince. He should have known better than to sit for so long. Now he was paying for it. Lena glanced behind her. He schooled his face to a neutral expression. Judging by the way her eyebrows drew together, she wasn't fooled.
She didn't mention it, merely metered her steps to match his as though it were the most natural thing in the world. They climbed the steep front steps together, crossed the stoop to the massive front door.
Lena turned to him. "Before we go inside, there's something you should know."
MacMillian shifted his weight to his cane. "All right."
She twisted the strap of her purse. "You're going to meet someone. He's...not like anyone you've seen before."
MacMillian snorted. "Since I've known you, I've met ghosts, witches, a knight, and a librarian for God. So unless you're telling me vampires and werewolves are real too..." He trailed off at the look on her face. "They're not. Are they?"
Lena shifted. "It's a little more complicated than—"
He held up a hand. "Please. Yes or no."
Lena continued hurriedly. "But technically, lycanthropy is a disease. Therians have complete control over their shifts, and are no danger to humans. Anyway, that's not what this is about."
MacMillian felt light-headed. "So, a vampire."
At that moment, the door to the house swung inward. MacMillian jerked his eyes from Lena's face. A tall, athletic-looking man with disheveled blond hair and a sardonic expression leaned against the door frame.
"I find 'vampire' rather a loaded word, don't you?" The man crossed his arms over his broad chest. His black leather jacket creaked. "I prefer the term 'sangretarian.'"
MacMillian looked to Lena.
She cleared her throat. "Jesper MacMillian, meet Seneca Lynch."
About the Author:
L.J.K Oliva is the devil-may-care alter-ego of noir romance novelist Laura Oliva. She likes her whiskey strong, her chocolate dark, and her steak bloody. L.J.K. likes monsters... and knows the darkest ones don't live in closets.
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