
So how was your Christmas Day? Lots of sexy lingerie? Toys? Erotic novels? No? Well, why not treat yourself to a post-Christmas treat?
Please welcome Lyrical Press author, Emly Forrest! Emly writes erotic romance and mainstream romance so its really fabulous to have such a versatile writer visit today. Looking forward to learning more about you and your writing, Emly - take it away!
1) What is your writing routine? I like to do it one word at a time. Seriously, that’s how I approach a project. If I think too much about the entire scope of writing a novel, I become intimidated. So, I simply think about small bits of writing each day. I don’t have a routine, per se, but I do make myself write at least five hundred words a day. I’m happier if I can write a thousand, but I try not to beat myself up if it doesn’t happen.
2) Which author/s inspire you to write? Gosh, there are so many: Barbara Kingsolver, James Lee Burke, Dennis Lehane, Jane Hamilton, Elizabeth Gilbert, Stephen King (and this is just the short list). You might think that last one is a mistake or at very least a guilty pleasure, but in my opinion, King is one of the finest novelists alive today. His ability to depict characters strikes me as nothing less than magical. If I could write an iota as well as any one of these people, I’d die happy.
3) Which is your favorite romance subgenre to read? To write? Erotica on both counts. However, I don’t read a lot of romance fiction of any kind, even though I write it. Or maybe I should say because I write it. I’ve always had the notion that I’d have trouble finding a personal voice if I read a lot of it. I do enjoy it (who doesn’t?), but especially since I’ve been writing it, I shy away from reading it.
4) How do you deal with criticism/rejection? For about thirty seconds, I become a screaming meeny. Then I slap myself and remember that failure is a necessary part of success. I’ve been a copywriter and copyeditor for more years than I like to think about, so have been redlined by some of the best and worst in the business. I don’t think I take it personally anymore. Unless the criticism is just plain mean spirited or comes from someone who clearly didn’t read the work. Then I have issues.
5) What do you expect from an editor? Objectivity, experience and a touch of gentleness. I’m so blessed to have Piper Denna as my editor at Lyrical Press. She’s all of those things and more. I’ve read hundreds of acknowledgments in novels that speak to a phenomenal editor and how they made the author better than they are. That’s exactly how I feel.
6) Tell me about your latest release. The Last Resort is a road-trip adventure of experiences and sexual redefinition for one thoroughly likable protagonist. Margaret Murphy Ryder (Murph to just about everyone) has gone through a painful divorce and decides that she’ll take the motorhome she got in the settlement and go on the road. It’s her “last resort.” The story describes her adventures and affairs (one with a much young man) along the way. She winds up in a Gulf Coast town in Louisiana, buys a run-down RV park (named The Last Resort), and bumps into an incredible opportunity for a do-over with a long-lost love. Part romance, part erotic fiction, part chick lit, the story has wide appeal.
7) Tease us with a blurb or short excerpt. Here’s a short excerpt: On the third day of my stay, Del asked me if she might come to my trailer later in the evening to discuss something with me. I agreed and suggested she bring Tony.
“No,” she said seriously, “this is something I’d like to keep between us. Just the two of us.”
“Okay, come whenever you like. I’ll have a bottle of wine open and ready.”
Del winked. “It’s a date.”
I know I must have winced, given what she had revealed about her bisexuality. Was this a date? Nah. I didn’t think so. Del knew I was strictly straight. Wasn’t I? I had to admit, she was a very attractive woman, disability or no disability, and if I had any inclination in that direction, she would be the kind of woman I’d consider sleeping with. But that was crazy, right?
Flashes of a college encounter came to me then, a chance threesome with one of my best girlfriends and a guy she’d picked up at some bar. We were all at her apartment, more than a little drunk. The guy was supposed to be with Sue. She’d found him and invited him. But when she went to the bathroom for a minute, he grabbed me and started fondling my breasts. I wasn’t adverse to his intentions, but girlfriends come first, in my book, so I pushed him away.
“Come on, Morph,” he slurred, “you and me, huh?”
“It’s Murph, you idiot, and it ain’t gonna happen. Sue expects you to be with her. I’m not getting in the way of that.”
“What about the three of us? Are you into that?”
I thought a minute, though not too clearly for all the alcohol I’d consumed. A three-way with my friend and some guy? Oh, hell, why not? Sounded like a good plan at the time. “It’s okay with me, if it’s okay with Sue.” By that time, she’d come back into the room and had heard most of the exchange.
“It’s okay with Sue.” She smiled at me, then briefly at the boy.
8) Which is your favorite character in the book? Why? No question about it—I’m crazy about Murph Ryder, the protagonist. She’s pragmatic, persistent and adventurous. Just the kind of woman I’d like for a best friend.
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What is next for you? A novella to be published in March 2011 by Lyrical Press. It’s part of a special collection of works that Lyrical is putting out in time for St Patrick’s Day. My particular contribution, Irish Ice, features an older woman/younger man romance. The younger man in question may have ties to the Irish Republican Army and a string of murders occurring in Boston. Danger, intrigue, and a hot liaison inform the plot.
10) What are you working on right now? A couple of things actually. One is novel that takes place in the wilds of Montana. Its character list includes a hot park ranger who happens to be a werewolf, four school teachers, and a gone-south (as in crazy) ex-husband. I’m also playing around with a novella about a guy who owns a strip club. He’s a rounder (do people still use that word?) and can have any woman he wants. Until he meets the one who really matters.
11) Your biggest piece of advice to aspiring novelists? Write. Keep writing. Every day. Whether it’s going well or not. Just keep writing. One of the best pieces of advice I ever heard was “Allow yourself to write a bad first draft.” I can’t recall who said it, but the idea stuck with me. Writing is a skill like any other. The more you do it, the better you become.
12) Where can readers find you? In the virtual world: www.emlyforrest.com, www.emlyforrest.blogspot.com, emlyforrest@gmail.com
In the real world: look for me on a Gulf of Mexico beach in east Texas in the winter and the backwoods of northern Michigan in the summer.
And thanks for taking the time to let me spout about, well...me!
Research - The Wolf and The Druidess
By Cornelia Amiri
As I write Celtic/Romances set in ancient times, I’m often asked about my research methods. I love history as much as I love writing, I admit it, I am a history geek, so I read about the ancient Celts through non-fiction books, reports of new archeology finds, and website articles as often as I can, for fun. That helps because in writing fiction you have to be detailed in your research, not only do you have to know about famous battles and main historical events, you need a strong understanding of daily activities and what the seasons were like. Since it is winter I wanted to share some of my research about life during that season for my latest book, a Paranormal/Erotica/Romance, The Wolf and The Druidess, just released 12/07/10.
As the days grew colder, as an ancient Celt, you’ll notice salmon returning to spawn in river pools, the last autumn fruit you’ll see will be white, waxy mistletoe berries, and you’ll watch the men of your tribe herd shaggy red cattle from outlying pastures to an enclosure inside your village.
Oat-porridge will be your main food during winter yet you’ll eat some delicious meat from hunting.
As an example, here’s a hunting excerpt from The Wolf and The Druidess:
Out of the corner of her eye, Seren noticed a movement and turned her head. She gasped and pointed to a large red stag with long, branching antlers, strutting out of the forest. He dipped his snout to the salt. After taking a lick, he jerked his neck and looked to one side then the other, scanning the area. He leaned down again and took a few licks, then stared straight ahead at Seren; he’d sensed, smelled, spotted her. The stag thrust his rear legs back and bolted towards the woods.
Seren jumped on her horse and goaded it to a gallop. The chase was on to try to head him off and steer him away from the forest, but to everyone’s horror the stag managed to shoot pass Cynfarch’s mount and dart into the woods. Seren and Gwydion charged into the leafy canopy of the dense forest.
“I wish we had brought the dogs.” Seren said to Gwydion as she rode at his side. “But we didn’t want to frighten the deer at the salt lick.”
“I will transform.” Gwydion vaulted off his horse.
As his body twisted and lengthened in some areas and shortened in others, his face distorted with pain until he shifted into a large white wolf, staring at her with burning amber eyes. He raced off, on the trail of the stag as Seren and the other mounted warriors followed.
A wolf’s growl pierced the air as they rode on. Seren drew her horse to a halt as she sighted the white wolf, he had cornered the large, antlered deer.
Speaking of meat, especially beef, one of the main ways your tribe prepares for winter is with cattle raids. If your tribe doesn’t have enough cattle to get it through the long, cold days the warriors will grab some from a neighboring tribe.
Here's an excerpt of a cattle raid from The Wolf and The Druidess:
“No, he is in danger,” Seren snapped.
“It is our only chance. If we lose milk and beef, the entire tribe could starve during the winter.” Hywell shook his head.
“What harm could possibly befall me? The Silures cannot hurt me if I turn them to ice, first,” Gwydion said.
“My mother would not warn me unless the threat was real,” Seren said. “I myself sense danger, but it may not be from the Silures. You must be careful.”
“Seren, he is a god,” Hywell said.
“Yes, what could happen to me?” Gwydion said.
Rather than answer, she peered into Gwydion’s eyes. “Swear to me, you will take heed.”
“Yes, I will return to you unharmed.” Gwydion pulled his wand from the pouch tied to his side and brandished it high. “I am ready.” He swirled the ash stick, decorated with Celtic spirals, through the air in a sweeping motion.
“Foes of the Ordovices
Your raid is condemned.
I forbid your flight.
Winter’s embrace,
Shall halt your escape,
Frozen like ice.
For the tribe to find.”
A blue light with the power of a lightning bold shot from the wand. Gwydion knew everyone in the village could feel the surge, and he noticed Seren and Hywell had clung to each other during the mighty blast.
“It is done,” he said to them.
“Now you must shift into wolf form,” Seren said to Gwydion as she released her hold on Hywell.
After Gwydion eased off his horse, his body blurred from one form to the next as his limbs shortened and his flesh shifted into a pelt of white fur. The wolf stood before Seren once more.
Hywell gasped. “Gwydion, do not get too near the cattle, you will spook them.”
The wolf nodded, and as he darted off, Seren goaded her horse into a hard gallop. Hywell followed.
Of course one of the main things you want to know as an ancient Celt is how you can stay warm on long winter nights.
Here’s a heated excerpt from The Wolf and The Druidess:
She leaned up to him and peered at his arresting face, strong chin, compelling eyes, and firm, sensual lips. Her mouth covered his in an all-consuming kiss. His lips tasted like warm honey.
Gwydion raised his mouth from hers and as he peered at Seren, her pulse pounded.
“Does that kiss mean you love me too?” he asked in a low, smooth voice.
“In truth it does.”
As he waved his hand in front of her, Seren’s clothing vanished.
She felt cool as she stood nude before him. “That trick of yours isn’t fair, but it does hasten things along. And that is good because I can’t wait. I need you now.”
“But I want to go slow, to explore every inch of you,” Gwydion said in a deep, masculine tone.
As he scanned her body, she felt the heat of his gaze. As she felt his warm fingers against the small of her back, he pressed his lips against hers. The wet kiss sent a delicious sensation spiraling through her. Easing his mouth off hers, he ran a trail of feathery kisses down her tingling neck.
As far as getting through winter in modern times, take a copy of The Wolf and The Druidess to bed with you along with a cup of hot chocolate on a chilly December night. That should warm you up.
For more on The Wolf and The Druidess
Here is a blurb and links for additional information
Blurb:
A god leaves the Otherworld and even risks his life...for love.
In days of old, deep in the dark woods, Druidess Seven discovers a wolf shape
shifting into the bare, muscular body of God Gwydion. Her wicked thoughts turn
from the Samhain feast to feasting on Gwydion's yummy goodies. Can their new
found love survive the ultimate long-distance relationship of a god in the
otherworld and a woman on earth? Is the love Seren and Gwydion share strong
enough to overcome the social barrier between an immortal god and a mortal
woman? Will the warning of danger from beyond the grave destroy the sensual
magic brewing between the wolf and the druidess?
Please visit http://CelticRomanceQueen.com & http://eternalpress.biz/people.php?author=245
Contest: I’m giving away one copy of a PDF eBook of The Wolf & The Druidess. Please post comments below to enter the contest.
Loved this post, Cornelia - so interesting! I really enjoyed understanding how you weave your knowledge into your writing making us 'feel' the time and really experience it. Brilliant! Wow, and you're giving away a copy of the book - time to start commenting, people!
Over to you...
Just like me, Macie also has her first Scarlet Rose out with The Wild Rose Press this year and plans on writing more...
Love the cover of Teasing the Muse, very sexy! Right, shall we get on with the interview? Over to you...
1)
Who is your favourite author and why?
It depends on the genre. I read extensively in various genres, so I have lots of favorites. Women’s Fiction/Romance: Diane Chamberlain, Jodi Picolt, Debbie Macomber, Maggie Shayne, Eloisa James. Mystery: Linda Fairstein, Lisa Scottoline, Stephen King. Thriller: Jonathan Maberry, Lincoln Child and Douglas Preston. Young Adult: Shannon Delaney, Suzanne Collins. There are too many others to name.
2) When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I was twelve years old and wrote a short story that was rejected by Family Circle. Back then, fifty years ago, there were lots of magazines that had short stories. I wrote on a portable typewriter in the basement of our home. I wrote all through school and nursing school. I always considered myself a writer and when I got my first sale (an essay in Cats magazine), I knew I was a “real” writer. I still love writing short stories and search for markets for them.
3) Describe your writing space?
I write at a small desk at the back of my living room sofa so I can see out into my little yard. I usually have two cats on the top of the sofa watching me. So far they haven’t critiqued any of my work.
4) What are you reading now?
A very different book: John Farris’ “Son of the Endless Night” – a novel from 1980s recommended by Stephen King. I find I can learn a lot from all genres. I love to be scared and this book scares me.
5) How many books have you written? Which is your favourite?
I’ve written four complete novels. My favorite is my time-travel to Camelot because I “prove” that Guinevere was innocent of adultery. I’ve been to Glastonbury several times and love the countryside – so I love the book that takes place there.
6) What comes first, plot or characters?
Plot (story) seems to come first with me and then the characters appear.
7) Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
I’m always writing something – I work on several projects at once – so I can never have writer’s block.
8) What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I read, read, read. I’ve challenged myself to read/listen to 100 books in 12 months. I spend time with my favorite gentleman, Morgan, who is also a writer.
9) Tell us about your latest book?
Writing as Macie Carter, I had a Scarlet Rosette, Teasing the Muse, published by The Wild Rose Press. It was my first, and so far, only erotic romance and I wrote it on a whim. However, I just completed The Last Prophecy, a retelling of the werewolf legend. I’ve submitted it to an editor who requested it.
10) What’s next for you?
Retirement from my day job is coming soon and then I’ll be writing “full time”. I’m now working on a book with an older heroine and hero. It may be difficult to sell but it is the book of my heart. Love knows no age – Morgan and I prove that.
Your new book sounds very romantic to me, Macie - is it erotic or mainstream? I LOVE older heroes and heroines...seeing as we get sexier, wiser and more daring as we get older, don't we?
Glad you love Glastonbury and the UK in general! I love England too, LOL!
Over to you readers....
The cowboy is such a romantic soul
Every culture needs legends and heroes; the Cowboy is one of America's best. We see honor, leadership, integrity, hard work, strength and freedom in the cowboy. We envy the simplicity of his long day's labor and the wide-open spaces he roams. Little boys want to grow up to be him, and many little girls want to grow up and marry him. He contains the last vestiges of wildness allowed in the new millennium, and as much as our country changes, he remains the same. America needs the Cowboy both to remind us of how far we have come and to bring us back to the simplicity of the values he represents.
From Zane Grey to Linda Lael Miller, authors have painted the cowboy as sexy, romantic, virile, the ultimate alpha male. He ropes horses, fights bad guys, wears jeans that hug him like a second skin and sweeps women off their feet. He dances the Texas Two-Step and the waltz with equal ease, sips aged bourbon or ice cold beer with equal aplomb and can shoot a target dead center from a thousand feet. I mean, what’s not to love?
I live in one of the greatest places of the world, the Texas Hill Country, where I am surrounded by ranches. On a frosty morning I can see the quintessential cowboy mounted on his horse, buttoned into his sheepskin-lined jacket, his Stetson pulled low over his forehead to shield his eyes from the rising son, thighs clenched against the flanks of his mount as he urges him forward after a recalcitrant calf or a wandering cow. He is the idol of dreams, the star of fantasies, as he rides with a smooth gait across the acres of pasture rolling off toward the horizon.
And then, of course, at the end of the day, with the dust of the land showered from his body, he makes mad, passionate, exquisite love to the woman of his heart. Or in some case, the many women of his heart!
And this is why I make the cowboy the central figure in so many of my stories.
*****
From Back in the Saddle:
Picture yourself in the local honky tonk, a dark atmosphere redolent with the scent of beer and good whiskey, the jukebox playing in the corner and the man of yourt dreams in jeans, boots and western shirt and a look that makes every boen in your body melt:
“I…haven’t danced in a while,” she said lamely as she tried to relax in his grip.
God. Could I sound any more idiotic?
He chuckled, a low rumbling sound. “I think it’s like riding a horse. You never really forget. I think you could probably say that about everything.”
His lean fingers massaged the knot at the nape of her neck, his arm holding her against him as they shifted their bodies minimally in place. The stroking of those fingers sent shivers down her spine, but they also coaxed her to relax and move in rhythm with him. She actually found herself leaning her head against his shoulder.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “I learned music can make you forget just about any damn thing.”
She wanted desperately to ask him what he was working so hard to forget, but he’d made it very clear that was off limits. Maybe she’d give her friend Jacie a call and see what the dirt was. She hadn’t called any of her friends since she’d been back, but now curiosity was breaching her self-imposed exile.
The song ended and again another one clicked into place. Chance made no move to lead her from the dance floor. Instead, he simply kept moving in place, the two of them swaying to the music.
*****
From Down and Dirty
Now picture a large, sprawling Texas ranch with a typical ranch house, stone and adobe with wood floors and the owner, sin on the hoof, surrounding you with his male scent of musk and cattle and earth:
The voice was rich as sin and warm as melted chocolate. Krista’s head snapped up, and she nearly melted into a puddle at what she saw. Six foot five of the most mouth-watering male she’d ever seen. Thick, curly black hair crowned a face that the word ‘rugged’ was made for. Lashes equally as dark shaded eyes of smoky silver. A thin cotton plaid shirt and soft jeans barely concealed the hard musculature of his body. Crisp dark hair peeked out where the shirt was open at the neck, and the rolled-up sleeves revealed arms with well defined muscles that didn’t come from any gym. A chocolate Stetson crowned his head and hand-tooled boots covered his feet.
Krista wildly looked around for paper towels or a cloth or something to wipe herself with. Remembering the bandana, she pulled it out and began blotting herself.
“Here. Let me.”
He was so close to her now that she felt as if he surrounded her. The heat of him, the male scent, clogged her senses. A smart woman would probably move or push him away. Actually run from the room. Except her feet seemed glued to the floor. Here he was, right in front of her, the type man who starred in all her darkest fantasies. He took the bandana from her unresisting hand then gently wiped the places she’d splashed water on herself.
*****
So you can see why the cowboy is the man of my dreams, the star of my fantasies and the hero of my books. There’s just something about a man on a horse that does it for me. I hope you’ll check out my cowboys and take them home with you. You can find me here:
Desiree Holt has lived a life of excitement that brings the color to her writing. She was a summer fishing guide, a summer field hand where she was one of only three women working, a member of a beginning ski team that skied in competition (and no, no broken bones!). She spent several years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as a CAPA Award, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, and is published by four different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”
You can find her at www.desireeholt.com and www.desireeholttellsall.com
Woo-hoo, love a cowboy! Let's get chatting about these sexy, sexy men of the US - believe me as a UK girl, these men are my ultimate!