My husband is reading Darkrooms and Safe Light.
This isn’t completely out of character for him. He’s read Art After 5 and half of Counterpoint, but he doesn’t typically read as I write, nor does he usually hound me for updates then offer to leave me alone so I can finish a chapter.
I asked him what was different about Darkrooms and he replied, “Everything. It’s dark, erotic, funny as hell, and the setting was brilliant. I mean, Atlantic City?”
Yes, Atlantic City. And it happened almost entirely by accident. I wanted to give Bella a job where she’d have to wear a uniform that would vaguely remind Edward of when he was human. Making her a cocktail waitress was the logical way to accomplish this. My first thought was to set it in Las Vegas, but the weather there doesn’t favor vampires. Atlantic City also has casinos, and it has months where it’s overcast more frequently than it is sunny. So for my AU, I decided to head down the shore.
With the exception of legalized gambling, Atlantic City is nothing like Las Vegas. Sure, the promise of wealth takes the form of millions of blinking lights, but it’s just a facade. Extreme poverty is right there beside it. The city itself is gritty and battle-weary, and the surrounding coastal forest has its own unique mythology involving monsters.
My husband knows my mind; we’ve been best friends for sixteen years. Once he read the first chapter, he knew exactly where I was taking this.
“Once you think about it, the Boardwalk is perfect for vampires,” he said.
Needless to say, I agreed.