You know, I love writing paranormals. I love the biting, the growling, the bending of the rules.
I rarely think of shifters as being dangerous, really, or scary. Partially that's because I'm a dog person and I've never met a pup I was scared of. Met one that was aggressive enough to treat with extreme caution, sure. Scared, not yet.
I don't even have the sense to be scared of coyotes out in the desert.
Lizards? Yeah. Oh, yeah. O.o
I think, though, I need to write another vampire. I had SO much fun writing Long Black Cadillac that I might need to explore a little clan of biters in the bayou, hiding out...
Gotta run take notes, y'all.