I’ve always written darkly erotic fiction, tales of beautiful women, jilted lovers, enraged ex-husbands, ruthless serial killers, monsters, and stories that always end in an unspeakably gruesome death for the story’s heroine. If she’s sexy and there’s lots of blood, it sells.

I often imagine myself being one of my doomed heroines, fated to endure an obscenely slow and horrifyingly torturous death simply for the evil sadistic amusement of my killer.

Fiction is always more entertaining than reality...