Thursday, 24 October 2013

Welcome romance writer, Natasha Moore...


 Hi Natasha! I am so happy to have you visit with me again and find out all about your latest release - let's get started with the questions :)

Thank you for having me as your guest today. I’m very excited about the release of Her Royal Masquerade.

Did you set any goals for 2013?

Actually, I left my full-time day job in January 2013 in order to write full-time. I started out listing all the projects I was going to write for the year and where I was going to submit them. I stayed on track for a while, faithfully following my list. But then some projects sold and some didn’t. I submitted to new places and kept writing. I made revisions and resubmitted. I got an idea for a new story and wrote that as well, even though it wasn’t on my goal list. I finally realized that while I like to write down my current projects to keep track of them, I can’t project too far in the future because there are just too many variables. But since the beginning of 2013, I’ve written two completely new novellas and sold them (one of them, Voluptuous, released Sept 6, the other, The Cottage Next Door, will probably release late in 2014), revised and sold another novella (Playing for Real releases Feb 4th), and completed a novel that released this week (Her Royal Masquerade). I am currently writing the follow up, Her Royal Bodyguard, and my goal is to have the first draft finished by the end of the year.
I guess that’s the long way of saying, “Yes.”

Who or what has been your biggest influence as a writer?

Wow. That’s hard to say. I’ve been reading since forever, have been writing almost nearly that long and I’ve probably been influenced by every book I’ve ever read. I started writing mysteries when I was still in school, because that’s what I read. I loved Phyllis A Whitney back then. I gave up the idea of writing mysteries when I discovered romance, but some of her books had a real gothic flavor and that’s probably what got me interested in romance in the first place.

How long does it take you to write a 50-60,000 word manuscript?

None of them are exactly the same. Some stories just flow better than others. A general answer would probably be about 3 months. The last book I wrote took about that long but during those 12 weeks I also revised and resubmitted two manuscripts and completed edits on a third.

 

Blurb:

Time is running out for Prince Vittorio. His father’s health is failing and he must find a royal bride. Fast. He’s never forgotten his glimpse of a beautiful Scandinavian princess and lures her to his Mediterranean country with an invitation to his father’s birthday ball. He’d planned to propose a marriage agreement as cold as her icy reputation, but then he discovers she's as colorful and warm as a summer sunset. The heat between them flares red-hot and when she allows him to seduce her, Vittorio sees his future unfolding just as he had planned. But what he doesn’t know is that the woman in his bed is not a princess at all.

The last thing schoolteacher Mia Holmberg expects when she masquerades as her royal cousin is to be swept off her feet by a charming prince. The incredible night in Vittorio’s arms is like a fairy tale come true, but she’d never want the life of a real princess, with all its pomp and politics. Knowing they can never have a future together, she slips out of his bed and back to reality, where she belongs. 

But Vittorio discovers the deception and kidnaps Mia back to his palace, demanding she be his mistress until the real princess appears. Despite her attempts to stay aloof, Mia soon learns there’s more to the prince than arrogance and attitude, but now she’s in danger of falling in love with a man she can never have.


Excerpt:

Mia sipped her champagne and tried not to be affected by the man sitting next to her. He was so…so everything. Charming. Gorgeous. Commanding. Seductive. One dance and she hadn’t been able to control her reaction to him. What had made her press against him like that? 
To rub against his obvious erection? With a man she’d only known a few minutes. She was certain even Birgitte wouldn’t have been that forward. 
She’d had to get off the dance floor, had to get out of his arms before she did something outrageous like beg him to take her to some dark corner and ease the ache he was causing within her. But tonight she was Birgitte. No free pass at this ball. She had to act the princess. 
But she longed to be out on the dance floor again. The music was so stirring. She found herself swaying with the beat of the song. The ballad was one she didn’t recognize, one she’d certainly never heard back home. The melody called to her on a visceral level. There was no logical reason why. Music was that way sometimes. It couldn’t have anything to do with Vittorio.
“What are you thinking?” he asked softly, leaning over to murmur the question softly in her ear.  
“Simply enjoying the music,” she replied, trying to ignore the delightful shiver caused by the whisper of his warm breath along her skin.  
He slipped his arm over the top of her chair, letting his fingers brush her bare shoulders. 
Just a simple touch like that sent her heart racing. “Would you like to dance again?” he asked in a seductive tone that suggested he might be talking about more than just a dance. 
“I’m not sure I dare,” she admitted, keeping her gaze on the musicians.  
“Oh?” With one finger, he touched her chin and turned her face his way. He shot her a wickedly sexy grin. “You don’t seem to be the type to back away from a challenge.” 
She leaned back against his warm arm. She couldn’t help herself. “So I should consider another dance with you as a challenge?” 
One lazy finger traced circles on her bare shoulder, teasing a shiver to run along her skin. “For me, the challenge will be pretending I have no more interest in you than any other guest at the palace tonight.” 
Mia swallowed to moisten her suddenly dry mouth. Pretending she was Birgitte made it slightly easier for her to hold his gaze and slowly smile. “And what interest do you have in the princess of Stagatland?” 
“I assure you, my interest in you is strictly as a beautiful, enticing woman. That you are the lovely princess is simply an additional benefit.” 
She knew better. He wouldn’t be flirting with her if he knew she was a commoner, no one of importance. If he ever saw her in her usual outfits, the bulky sweaters and heavy boots, he wouldn’t look at her twice. The knowledge should have upset her, but it had been a fact of life for her since she was old enough to realize that her cousin was treated differently than she was. Mia had always had to step back and let Birgitte have all the attention, no matter if it was a royal affair or simply a family gathering. 
To be called beautiful and enticing by such a handsome, charming man gave her often bruised ego a boost. What harm would it do to soak up an easy compliment? He probably tossed them away like crumbs to the birds. A man such as Prince Vittorio surely had had his choice of beautiful women over the years. He knew how to charm. Seduce. She told herself she could enjoy it without making more of it than what was intended. 
Birgitte would probably take the compliment as her due. No sense gushing over the flattering remarks. She was a princess. Act like it, she admonished herself. 
“I suppose I could take a chance and join you on the dance floor once more,” she said, trying to keep her tone light and flirty, and not betray the fact that she was aching to be back in his arms again. 
“I like a woman who’s willing to take a risk.” The faint lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile and she wanted to reach out and brush her finger over them. Oh, she liked him. More than she should.  
Grab the moment, Mia. Tomorrow you’ll be back home, shivering from the freezing cold instead of the arousing touch of a handsome prince.  
Vittorio rose and graciously helped her to her feet. His commanding presence threatened to take her breath away. How could she resist him at all? 

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Natasha Moore fell in love with the written word as soon as she could read. As she grew up, she discovered romance and now enjoys the chance to add some extra sizzle to her stories. She writes sexy contemporary and erotic romance because she believes that stories of love and hope are important, and that there’s nothing better than a happy ending. She lives in New York State with her husband, her real life hero who is happy to tell everyone that he’s her inspiration. 

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Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Welcome erotic romance writer, Kelly Gendron...






Broken Fences (A TroubleMaker Novel~ Book 1)
by Kelly Gendron

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BLURB:

Colden Saint James, Dusty Owens, and a single night of passion had equaled to poor old Mr. McAllister’s broken fence. Add six years, a troublemaking photo, and there’s not a fence in Texas that’s gonna be safe.

It took Dusty Owens two years to land Colden “Saint” James, even if it was for only one night, but the very next day, he was gone. Now, years later, the “Saint” has returned, but he’s no longer the do-gooder rookie cop Dusty remembers.

Dusty Owens always had a way of making every single one of Colden’s man parts go all hard. He’d been so close to falling for the girl before he’d left Odessa. Now, due to a troublemaking photo, Colden must return to his hometown to keep her safe. Trouble is, he’s a different man—not to mention the change. Well, it’s gonna cause all kinds of problems where Dusty Owens and all of his man parts are concerned.

EXCERPT

His large hand hit the edge of the bed, and he pushed himself into a standing position. With his chest rising and falling beneath his shirt, his eyes remained fixed on her. She lay naked on the bed, but it was Colden’s vulnerability that stood, unprotected, in the room.

Dusty eased herself to the edge of the bed with Colden silently watching. She got up on her feet.

His jaw flinched. “Damn, girl,” he said, taking another thorough inspection of her naked body. “You’re gorgeous.”

The compliment infused her confidence, and she took a step toward him.

“But you’d better not come any closer.”

“Why not?”

“Because, ever since you pranced that sweet little ass of yours into Odessa, I’ve wanted you, and the one night I took you up against old man McAllister’s fence…well, hell, that couldn’t even lick a fraction of what I need from you.”

“What you need from me?” She inched nearer, loving the sound of those words.

“Oh yeah.” He gazed down, touching her with his eyes. “There’s not one part of you that I don’t want…or need.”

She reached out and gathered the bottom of his shirt in her hands. “Good, because there’s not a part of me that I don’t want to give to you.” She pulled his shirt up over his head, then tossed it on the floor to join her pile of clothes.

Colden watched her shaky fingers as they fumbled with the button of his jeans. “I can’t make you any promises,” he quietly admitted.

Pulling down his zipper, her hand stilled. She looked up at his strict, beautiful face. “I’m not asking for any. I just want tonight.”

He grabbed her and pulled her against his warm, hard body, cradling her neck in his hand, a powerful taking that stole her breath away. He placed a finger on the underside of her chin and tilted her head until their eyes met. “Don’t misunderstand my meaning,” he said, his mouth cascading over hers. “I want more than just tonight, Dusty. I’m just not in any position to make any commitments right now.” This time, his lips didn’t brush hers. Instead, they covered her with heated need—aggressive, desirous, savoring need.

“Tonight, though,” his fingers tightened on her neck, “tonight you will be all mine,” he growled.



AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Kelly resides in a quiet suburb somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, NY. Her day job? Kelly works in health care representing a group of nursing facilities in the WNY area. She’s been faithfully writing for three years but did write her first book ten years ago. She put it down to raise her son as a single mom and then picked it back up when she and her son finally grew up. That's when she settled into her newly married adult life and started to seriously write again. She's dabbled with Romantic Suspense stories, but recently she's been on an Adult Contemporary Romance kick.

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Website: http://kellygendron.com/

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Thursday, 10 October 2013

Welcome Evernight Publishing autho, Melissa Kendall...



Don't Ask, Don't Tell
by Melissa Kendall
Gay (M/M) Contemporary Erotic Romance
Category: Military
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 10,147

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Description:
Sergeant Jason Holt and his boyfriend Sergeant Patrick Wentworth have been in a secret relationship for almost ten years. When the daily paper brings news of the repeal of the military’s ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy, they think their prayers have finally been answered. Yet things aren’t always as easy as they seem, with not everybody at work supportive of their lifestyle and even their parents skeptical. Will they finally be able to be out and proud?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

My mind filled with images of when Patrick came into my life.

We met our first day at the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. I was a Texan boy following in the footsteps of a long line of military men, Patrick a local New Yorker escaping a troubled life. Drawn to each other right away, it didn’t take long for us to become the best of friends. Only after we graduated from West Point did we both recognize our feelings were more than platonic.

Together, we shipped out to the 504th BFSB at Fort Hood. We bunked together for the first year, and everything was great, until one night about three months after we arrived, things changed.

I jumped in the shower while Patrick went to get takeout for dinner. When I finished getting clean, I headed out of the bathroom to get dressed. Not expecting anybody to be about but me, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist. A gasp and the thud of paper bags meeting the floor made me realize my roommate had returned.

I looked up, not expecting to see the expression of pure lust on Patrick’s face. I went from flaccid to erect in all of a second, my body’s reaction unmistakable. In two large strides, Patrick closed the gap between us, his lips colliding with mine in a passion-filled kiss. When my brain caught up with my body, I threw my arms around him, pulling him against me in a tight embrace, all the while our lips and tongues danced.

Years of pent up sexual tension seemed to explode from both of us. Our hands caressed everywhere, unable to get enough.

Feeling fabric under my fingertips instead of skin I pulled away from the kiss and set about trying to get him naked as fast as possible. I unbuckled his belt, and then unbuttoned his fly. As I pulled his jeans open, my heart skipped a beat as his dick sprang out at me. I cocked my eyebrow at him, questioning his choice of commando. He just shrugged. Since he’d given me such easy access, I wasted no time taking full advantage. I pulled his pants down until they were around his ankles, placing my mouth around the head of his cock before he even got a chance to step out of them.

 “Holy fuck!” Patrick moaned. “Jesus, Jason ... so ... fucking ... good.” He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my movements.

I’d been on the receiving end of having my dick sucked many a time, but never given it. On my knees in front of him, I appreciated the comforting weight of his guidance. Unable to fit more than half his length in my mouth, I wrapped my hand around the base and moved it up and down in time with my mouth. The cacophony of grunts and groans coming from Patrick made my dick ache. I wrapped my spare hand around my own cock and moved it in time with my ministrations on his erection.

I glanced up and noticed him staring at me, lust written all over his face, and I almost came on the spot. I’d always hoped someone would look at me in such a lascivious manner, and for at least a year, I’d been hoping it would be Patrick. However, to see the expression on his face directed at me made my heart beat a million miles an hour. I moaned around his cock, knowing it always got me close to coming. All of a sudden, his cum shot down the back of my throat as he let out a feral sounding growl. The combination of hearing him come and knowing I brought him that pleasure sent me over the edge, my release spilling all over my hand and the floor.

Collapsing in a spent heap on the floor, we remained there for quite a while, the reality of what we’d done sinking in.

The military did not accept gays. I’d known when I enrolled at West Point, the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy meant I’d have to hide a side of myself. Raised in an army family, I understood I could never fully be myself by joining. I’d thought I could do it, no problem. Meeting Patrick, I realized hiding my sexual orientation wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought.

Once we both got our breath back, we crawled into Patrick’s bed and curled up together, dinner lying forgotten on the floor. We had many firsts that night. For the most part, however, we talked about what happened and what we wanted to happen.

It shocked both of us to find out we’d been harboring feelings for one another for at least a year. We’d also each chosen careers in the military even though we were both well aware we were gay.

Patrick’s hand waving in front of my face brought me out of my memories.

“Where did you go, babe?”

“Sorry, darlin’, I was just remembering the first time I gave you a blow job.”

A smile reappeared on his face. “Mmmm, I remember that well.”

“Me too. How about a do-over?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

“Sounds like a plan.”

  
About the Author:
Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.

She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.

She writes a little bit of everything but contemporary erotic romance is her favourite genre. Check out the links below for details on her other works.

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Monday, 7 October 2013

Welcome erotic romance writer, Qwillia Rain...


 Hi Qwillia! I am thrilled to have you here and to be a part of your tour - I LOVE your covers and particularly can't wait to read the Christmas one. Yum! Okay, let's get started with the interview…

1.    What do you wish men understood about women?
That when we discuss a problem with them, we aren’t asking for them to solve the situation, we just want input and another perspective. Unless we ask specifically for something to be fixed or solved, when we talk, it’s more about communication than direction.

2.    Do you only work on one book at a time?
Only during the editing stage, I don’t like to split my attention during that time. When I’m working on the rough drafts, I can juggle up to three, sometimes four, stories—I just bounce between them when one stops talking to me.

3.    Who is your favorite fictional couple?
In my books I flip between a few couples. Currently it’s Rick Bennett and Becka Swinfield and ZJ Justiss and Maggie Halsey. For other books there are way too many, but off the top of my head, I’d say Maren and Steele from Forged in Steele by Maya Banks and Chance and Sunny from Game of Chance by Linda Howard.

4.    Do you have a favorite quote that sums up how you feel about life?
There are actually two I really like:
The first is one I used to post in my classroom.
“No matter how right you are; No matter how hard you try; Sometimes the dragon wins”
The second my mom used a lot.
“Life is a great teacher; unfortunately, she kills all her students”

5.    Do you set daily writing goals? Word count? Number of chapters? Do you get a chance to write every day?
I try not to set daily goals mainly because if I set goals, I tend to view writing like a job and I’ll try to avoid it. Crazy, I know, but that’s how I get—if you have to have a goal to have fun, then it’s not fun. As for a chance to write everyday—I make sure I take the time to write as much as possible. Sometimes it isn’t every day, but I jot notes down as often as they come to me.

6.   What do you like better, Twitter or Facebook? Why?
Facebook. Mainly because I can engage in full conversations on FB not just snippets.

7.    What are you working on now?
At the time I was writing this interview I was slogging through completing the rough drafts of the second Poker Posse book and fifth Diablo Blanco Club book.

8.    Tell us about your latest release and where we can find it
My latest release as of August is a short story exclusive to Loose Id and part of my new Poker Posse series. Revealed deals with the emotional fall out between Viola Whittman, the mother of the main character in the first Poker Posse book, Looking at Rose, and Vladamir Presnaytz, the dominant Viola fell in love with nearly three decades earlier. Several readers wanted to know about them, so when the opportunity to write a “fling” came around, I jumped at it.


DIABLO BLANCO CLUB
By
Qwillia Rain

BLURBS:

Diablo Blanco Club: Unfair Advantage
Publisher: Downtime Press
ISBN: 978-1-939171-00-9
Genre: BDSM Erotic Contemporary
Length: Novel
Cover Artist: Lindsay Breen
Price: $4.99

Eight years of waiting hadn't effected Dominant Bryce Halsey the way the last seven days had tested his control. Matie Lawrence, his perfect submissive, stood before him unaware of her potential, ready to be tutored in the lifestyle.

Battles will be won and lost between them, but the war for a Dominant's heart is a war Mattie is determined to win.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal sex, bondage, domination/submission, toy play.

Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
Publisher: Downtime Press
ISBN: 978-1-939171-01-6
Genre: BDSM LGBT Erotic Contemporary
Length: Novella
Cover Artist: Q. Williams
Price: $3.99

Vance was used to facing death and confronting terrorists in war, but when it comes to confessing his act of betrayal to the man he loves, Vance finds it impossible to keep his feelings Under Control.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal sex, bondage, domination/submission, toy play.

Diablo Blanco Club: Rite of First Claim
Publisher: Downtime Press
ISBN: 978-1-939171-02-3
Genre: BDSM Erotic Contemporary
Length: Novel
Cover Artist: Q. Williams
Price: $5.99

What's a Dom to do when the submissive he wants runs from the feelings between them?

From the moment he met Lyssa Lawrence, Mike Halsey knew what he felt was love -- not lust. Convincing her has been an uphill battle even after the two steamy hours they'd shared at the Diablo Blanco Club four years earlier.

Lyssa Lawrence wished the man who claimed to love her wasn't so damned appealing. Eight years of denying the pull of her submissive nature almost went up in smoke four years ago, but she'd gathered the nerve to tell him 'no' when he asked for more. She'd have stayed away for good if her biological clock hadn't hiccuped, threatening her dreams of motherhood.


In the same way she'd strategized her success in fashion design, Lyssa worked out a plan to get the baby she wanted. The Diablo Blanco Club's annual Midnight Masquerade would provide a number of potential donors to choose from. What she hadn't bargained on was Mike's interference through an arcane Club rule.


When Mike invoked Rite of First Claim, Lyssa finally became his. Now, he has one month to prove that the role of his submissive was one she was born to play.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM theme and elements.
Diablo Blanco Club: Santa's Elf
Publisher: Downtime Press
ISBN: 978-1-939171-04-7
Genre: BDSM Erotic Contemporary
Length: Novel
Cover Artist: Lindsay Breen
Price: $4.99

After four years of unrequited love, and steamy fantasies, Elfina "Elf" Jeffries has just about given up on gaining her boss's attention. How was any self-respecting woman supposed to seduce a man who was oblivious to her cues? Then the first gift arrived...

Every Santa needs an Elf, and Dayton Kringle is no exception. His offer for a temporary affair, just long enough to get from Christmas Eve to New Year's, will satisfy a four-year craving.

His is a simple design:

One beautiful Elf
Twelve sexy gifts
A little spanking
Some light bondage

And ten days of no-strings sex

make one very satisfied Santa. But when the ten days are up, will he be able to give up the Elf of his wildest Dominant dreams?

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal sex, bondage, domination/submission, toy play.

EXCERPT - SANTA'S ELF

Excerpt :
If he had to watch Elfina Jeffries’s sweet little heart shaped ass sashay past him one more day, Dayton Kringle knew he’d explode. He fingered the gold and silver necklace in his pocket, determined to remain in control until his administrative assistant reached her car and slid behind the wheel. Despite his silent order to himself not to, he couldn’t keep his gaze from dropping to the sexy legs exposed by the above the knee length skirt of her green elf costume. The fact that she’d exchanged three inch black stilettos for the black slippers after they’d returned to the office only made the view that much more appealing.
As she leaned out to grab the door, Dayton gritted his teeth to stifle a groan when he spotted the wide border of green lace and the silky suspender from a garter belt against the creamy thigh revealed by the hiked up hem of her white trimmed skirt.
“The homeless shelter Monday night?” Elfina asked as she tugged the door closed.
“Yes. We’re due there by half past six.” He frowned at the unlocked doors and rolled down driver’s side window. “Keep your doors locked, Elf.”
She shook her head and laughed before starting the sedan. “Eldon and Raymond keep an eye on the garage.”
Dayton’s fingers tightened on the necklace in his pocket. “Better to be safe—”
“—than sorry. I know. I’ll try to remember tomorrow.”
She waved and pulled out of the garage.


AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Born in California but raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, Qwillia Rain embraces fully the independent spirit of the West she grew up in, even if she currently resides in North Carolina.

Qwillia has worked at a diverse mix of jobs including casino change person, bill collector, book store and video store clerk, and computer teacher to Kindergarten through 8th graders, but writing has always been part of her life.

In 2007 her first book (recently revised and self-published) Santa's Elf, was published, opening a whole new world where she can play with her characters and get paid for it.

Links:
Twitter: @Qwillia


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Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Welcome erotic romance writer, Bianca Swan...



 It's my pleasure to welcome fellow Wild Rose Press author, Bianca Swan to my blog today - I met Bianca online several years ago and enjoyed watching her career grow. Can't wait to catch up, Bianca! Over to you...

1)   What is the best and worse thing you have learned from an editor/agent? 

The worst thing was to deal with rejection.  The best thing from my editor was that my manuscript needed little editing and she thought I could WRITE when the above-said editor/agent (the rejection one) told me that my characters needed motivation and that I had too many sex scenes in the novella.  It’s erotic romance!

2)   What is your typical day?

  I wake up at 6:30 and drag myself through prep to go to work.  I drink my coffee on the run and hit the office at 7:30 so that I can struggle with my baby fine yet rebellious hair until it’s time to put my nose to the grindstone.  I come home too tired to write so I do the other things associated with publishing—like promote which is fun—then look forward to my weekend writing gig with maybe a nice dinner then a special male friend.

3)   What do you read while in the midst of a project? 

  I don’t.  Since I write what I like to read, I could be influenced, and lawsuits ‘RNOT me.  J

4)    What do you do with a paperback once you’ve read it?
  I usually donate it to MD Anderson (I live in Houston) for the patients and caregivers who spend hours there.
5)    Are you nervous about friends reading your book?
  YES.  I quaked in my boots when an attorney at work (male) bought my book.  I wondered what he would think of the graphic language!
6)    What things inspire you to write? 
  My inspiration comes from nowhere, anywhere.  Music, art, film, but mostly from my quirky imagination.
7)   Share your blurb and short excerpt from your latest release with us:

The fallen angels have again risen against the Light, and the Second War in Heaven is raging. Paimon, General of Hell, yearned for a lover with the beauty of an angel and created a demon the exact replica of a celestial. He presents his creation with a powerful sword and appoints him commander of the demon forces. If Salseph returns to Hell with the sword in victory, Paimon vows to end Seph's demeaning missions of seducing human women and destroying their lives. The promise is a double-edged blade. The demons under his control abhor Salseph as much as he reviles them.

In battle, the angel Ophiel disarms Salseph and humiliates the young demon. Seph vows revenge against his foe and strikes upon the perfect plan for vengeance. He will seduce the guardian angel's charge, Gloria Landry, and at the Battle of Armageddon present soiled goods to the arrogant Ophiel in exchange for the stolen sword. When he rescues Gloria from a violent storm, she believes Salseph is her guardian angel. On their journey to the apocalyptic war, Salseph and Gloria discover that lust can become the purest love and that a bad boy can be good.

Excerpt:

The stench of Hell burned Salseph’s nostrils.  Lost Souls¸ how he hated to return home.  For all his trials on Earth, he preferred the human realm to this insufferable place.  In the mortal plane, he could, with considerable effort and pain, divest himself of his wings, and feel as if he belonged—at least for a time.
Evolerzzal, a slimy glob of green flesh, grabbed Seph’s shoulder as he passed into the gloom of the Demon Realm.  “Well, if it isn’t Salseph the Beautiful.  What are you doing here amongst us humble creatures?”  A clawed hand beckoned Charzzel, a demon of the Second Order.  “Look who’s come home.”
Seph shrugged free, arched his wings.  The dim, smoky light refracted on his feathers, and the movement immediately drew the attention of every demon in sight.  His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching.  He yearned to drive his fist into the grotesque face and take to the air, but it wasn’t Evolz’s fault the demons hated Seph.  Paimon had insured that Salseph was an oddity, a freak.  His appearance and the majestic wings set him apart from the others of his kind.  Hell, there were no others of his kind.  In all of Perdition, he was the only demon who looked like an angel.  His face was handsome, his body lean and muscled—the body of a man, not a monstrosity—his blond hair thick and silky.
“I smell angel,” a low-ranking atrocity shouted, his high-pitched voice rasping on Seph’s nerves.
The demons stank of brimstone and ash.  Salseph’s Creator had only missed one detail in replicating a celestial being.  Like an angel, Seph possessed an individual, mysterious scent, the airy fragrance part of his allure.  Unlike an angel, Salseph had no sigil.   A sigil, the angel’s name in Malachim script, was branded in his palm at his creation.  Paimon did not have the ability to bequeath a sigil to his demon son.  The fallen angel had, however, created Seph with an irresistible sexual magnetism.
A disgustingly ugly brute bared his fangs.  A laugh rumbled from the creature’s slavering maw.  He stumbled into Seph, crushing one of the long white feathers trailing the ash-gray ground.  “Hello, Salseph.”  Two taloned fingers drifted down the feathered arch.  “Wish I had pretty wings.”
Seph flinched from the malicious caress, folding his wings in a tighter arch.  The creature chuckled, and anger ground Salseph’s good intentions to dust.   When he landed, he’d planned to hurry to his cave, avoiding another senseless confrontation with his brethren.  The fiends detested him as much as he abhorred them.  It was an effort of will to resist a scathing retort.
“I think he’s hideous,” a demon in the shadows called.  “Angels are our enemies.  Every time I look at Paimon’s favorite, I want to draw sword.”
Jealousy and envy gleamed in Evolz’s yellow eyes.  The demon reeked of the Pit.  Sulfur wasn’t an enticing perfume.  “Now, who would want to spit our lovely Salseph on a sword?”
“Let me pass.” Seph would have shouldered by Evolz, but touching the creature repulsed him.
“Coming home from another assignment?” Evolz smirked.
Seph refused to give the other demon the satisfaction of a reply.  He was returning from another demeaning mission with his stomach in a knot and his heart bleeding for a poor human woman whose only sin was falling in love with him.
“Did you eat her baby or pump a little half-demon into her womb?”  Evolz leered, his glob of a head tilted to the side, his hairy ears wagging.
“I don’t consume human flesh.  Now, step aside.”
“Or you’ll do what?  Report me to Paimon?”
Seph flared his wings, striking the demon and sweeping Evolerzzal into a stumbling retreat.  “Sorry, Evolz.”  He drove his wings down hard, rising straight into the sultry, close air.  Voice dripping sarcasm, he said, “I forget how powerful I really am.”
He hovered above the gross blob, his condescending smile goading Evolz to react.  The demon glared at him but said nothing, a quick comeback beyond his limited mental capacity.  Why were they all so fiendish?   One of the monsters tried to capture his ankle.  Laughing, he flew higher and, still chuckling, soared toward home.  The place I hide.  He’d never thought of the dim stone cavern as home.  His heart stuttered over a painful beat.  He had no home and belonged nowhere.

 8)    What’s next for you?

  I’m not sure yet.  My Muse is vacationing in Belize, enjoying the sun, sand and sea.  When she returns, we’ll begin our next venture, which I think will involve another extraordinary (paranormal) hero but not an angel or demon like Wings or Celestial Sin.   Then again, maybe a sexy, svelte and intriguing hero like Damian in Hot Spanish Nights—a rejoneador and master horseman teaching a Virginia socialite how to ride!

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