My upcoming release, Power Exchange, features a serial killer that is the most gruesome person that I can imagine. A serial killer that kills babies.
Long before I became a mother, I became an older sister. And I mer my baby brother, and we had an unshakable bond. I am a neurotic piece of work, so the intense love for my brother spawned some intense paranoid fears. Since then, I have learned to control those insane thoughts, to a point, which is good news for my daughter, but still…I can’t see or think of something awful without being afraid of it happening to a baby, especially my baby. I wouldn’t be stretching things much to say I live in constant fear of bad things happening to babies, those innocent souls that need us.
So, for Power Exchange, I am taking multiple trips down the roads of my own hell. I have always known that I would have to write about those things. I feel them so deeply that writing about them is cathartic. But even working on the prewriting scheduled this week has been tormenting me. I have to keep the nightmares at bay until I need them, and then I will pour them onto the page.
On a less dramatic note, Equinox has had some major revisions, but still needs more work before the end of the month release. I am shivering with antici…
Pation. 
What horrific fears have paved the hellish roads of your nightmares? How do you find relief when your neuroses tortures you?