Next week we’re all about violence, sex and death. The Lust Bites’ first aid kit has been buried deep in the garden, and I’ve kindly volunteered to keep our team of white-coated doctors occupied. Oh, the sacrifices I make for this blog.
With the coast clear, Madelynne Ellis kicks off the week with a parade of wounded men. ‘Look at the poor lambs!’ we will cry. ‘All broken, bruised and bloodied! Anyone seen the first aid kit? No? Oh dear. How terrible.’
On Wednesday we’ll be asking ‘Anyone seen an undertaker?’ as Janine Ashbless, fresh from looking up men’s kilts in Scotland, explores killing characters in fiction.
It’s our time of the month on Friday (please supply own blood joke), and Madeline Moore fills September’s smut slot with an excerpt from Wild Card, a novel in which lots of people die. No, scratch that. In which lots of people have lots of sex in a hotel room.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go make myself look pale and consumptive for the medical professionals. I’m taking my decoy role very seriously.
Sunday, September 23, 2007