Coed Demon Sluts was conceived at the point when I realized that my last series, Slacker Demons, was leaving the lair of the incubi empty. I’d had such fun in that space that I wanted more books there. Hence, a team of girl sex demons.
I started doing market research, i.e., talking about the idea in bars. My question for women: What would it take to interest you in signing a contract to become a sex demon for hell?
Not one of them said, “Duh, the sex.”
I thought, Well, that’s interesting. Guess I’ll be writing women’s fiction now. In fact, I’ll be writing about a bunch of women and all that that implies, which should be a challenge because I flunked girl all through K-12 and am generally the butt of any estrogen-based club I stumble into.
Book three, Melitta, poured out of me in a white heat. Melitta is a 19-year-old struggling to finish high school, escape to college, and yet not leave her mother behind with a child-molesting husband. Melitta has all my childhood problems plus she wins. All her dreams come true. She burned up the pages.
Beth also came quickly because her story is my personal “reader crack.” Beth is dumped by her husband after 28 years, rejected by her children, and left penniless. She has to start over with her insides in rubble. I know so many women in this fix. It’s a train-wreck I can never look away from. (“Reader crack.”) Beth is the number one book in the series because her sufferings and her adaptation to becoming a coed demon slut seem like Everywoman’s. She’s the nicest and most normal of these women in trouble.
The second slutbook is about Jee, who was rescued from a horrific life of brothel slavery and now feels like she’s died and gone to heaven, which is far from the truth. But Jee feels safe enough to start processing the ugly parts of her past. What completely surprised me was the discovery that my comic relief character from the last book, a dork recruited to be their “onsite manager” because hell don’t let no girls run their own shop, would become, first, Jee’s booty slave, then the team’s houseboy, then Jee’s rescuer and protector during her PTSD recovery period. Whoa. Weirdest romance I’ve ever written.
From there, book four, Amanda, took another odd turn: a long, lazy, bass-ackwards wooing between a 98-year-old great-great-grandmother who signs the contract because her bucket list is so long and a shut-down, soul-starved Army brat. This one’s about end-of-life questions, about having your life eaten by eldercare, about loneliness and finding new friends, about the force of love that seizes you and makes you look someone in the eye. And how sometimes that someone is you.
Book five, still in progress, features team leader Pog, who wrestles with body image stuff, a skinny girl whose inner fat girl haunts her. My take on the body image in this story is about the economics of size, because before hell recruited her, Pog was a fat whore. None of the other girls understands so sharply the contrast between their fantasy-ho life now and Pog’s old life on the street. Oh, and I’m destroying the world again. But every SF/F author does that.
I love my sluts from the twisty maze at the bottom of my heart. They’re angry and scared and baffled by the world and so, so screwed. They’re also joyous and triumphant and they learn to love themselves. I’ve so much fun writing them. Their truths punch me over the heart, and yet they make me laugh.
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