Under the Covers with heroine, Virhynda Sajangpur and Author Ross S. Simon
Please give a warm welcome to Virhynda Sajangpur from Red Dahlia by Ross S. Simon today as we sit down and see what makes her tick.
Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?
A: Perhaps it was the fact that he needed someone to make a happy marriage to Clifford Selickton of the British Royal Navy, but…more to the point, to give birth to a child who would turn out to be Kali-Ma come to meat.
Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?
A: Our match was made by Cliff’s unofficial guru, Swami Gudhlash Dharvanu, who brought him to my cult, the Kamatra.
Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner?
A: It was definitely in front of all my Kamatra sisters, when Clifford first arrived on the temple grounds. Yet, that’s traditional for male newcomers (hee, hee, in more than one way) to Kamatra.
Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man?
A: As you can imagine from the scene where we first meet, it’s either Commando, or not even anything on below the waist.
Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick he can play?
A: Clifford can give me this basic idea: “Once Kamatra, always Kamatra.”
Q: What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?
A: We in Kamatra are trained to recognize many erogenous zones, but with Clifford, prudish Englishman that he is, the good old genital area works perfectly fine for stimulating.
Q: What was one of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in RED DAHLIA?
A: He made me pass out before orgasm, that one night on our honeymoon, when we had to call the doctor about some illness I apparently had.
Q: Anything else you would like to add?
A: I would advise you all to beware the Blood-Mother, Kali. As you will see in RED DAHLIA, she can manifest (shudders) wherever and whenever you least expect…or want…her to.
Thank you Virhynda for joining us on 'Meet the Character' day here at Dawn’s Reading Nook Blog. Please find RED DAHLIA by Ross S. Simon at Damnation Books/Eternal Press.
A Teaser from Red Dahlia by Ross S. Simon
When he retires from the First World War to a colonial Indian life of peace, Commodore Clifford Selickton RN is unaware of the blood about to be spilled through that which he unleashes. Selickton takes a beautiful young priestess, Virhynda, for a wife, and they bear a darling little child…a child who, horrifyingly, is prophesized to become the very incarnation of the dread Kali-Ma, East Indian goddess of blood sacrifice. The mind-bending examples they witness of random people receiving their doom are, in fact, only preludes to the hideous, demonic goal of the Blood-Mother: conquest of the earth, to cover it in a maelstrom of hellish flame and mangled flesh that will consume all mankind. Worst of all, Kali aims to achieve this by striking at the very heart of the civilized world…and it might take a miracle from the Hindu gods themselves to stop her once and for all.
Clifford turned away from the crib to try and go sit back down in exhaustion—but when he did, the crying stopped.
Puzzled, Clifford looked back at little Alise. She just laid there in her crib, on her back, the tears under her eyes already drying away. She was even smiling a tad, it seemed.
Then Cliff heard the cracking, splitting noise.
He looked around quick, but then—looking back at the baby—he realized it was coming from Alise’s head. What—?
Suddenly, to his horror, Cliff indubitably saw that the skin on the top of the baby’s head was splitting open, and coming off, all by itself.
He gasped, choking—and yet, he couldn’t help but watch.
The entire skin of Alise’s head slipped off, with a loud sliding noise, starting to reveal something wet, dark and indistinguishable beneath. Then the skin came down around her shoulders, just shucking off in wrinkling folds, and as Cliff looked on in mind-bending mortal terror, the dark, wet form slithered out of the skin of his baby daughter.
Next came the skin of the little arms, the torso, the legs, all in one huge, wrinkling mass. Alise was shedding her skin just like a snake would. Out from the skin was coming this huge, dark, wet lump…
The lump uncurled…and there was Alise herself.
She was now naked, as opposed to the skin that had just come off, which still at least bore a diaper. Alise—now in a fresh skin, while the old one moldered in a heap—just looked up at her father, and smiled.
In a jolt, Clifford suddenly backed away from the crib, hyperventilating, going seemingly mad right then and there. With one deep, deep breath in the midst of his hyperventilation, Cliff stopped—he froze up—and then collapsed on the floor in a dead faint.
The discarded skin in the crib disintegrated, and melted down into a liquid rather quickly.
Little Alise lay down, and went peacefully back to sleep.