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Julie Shelton: Passion’s Triumph (BDSM)

 Interview with Julie

What were some early influences on your writing?

Nancy Drew and Mad magazine.

Where do your ideas come from?

IMG_2358Everything I’ve ever seen, read, heard or done. I wrote an entire medieval romance just from seeing a blue gown worn by a minor female character in the movie Becket. The entire novel just sprang into my mind fully-blown. I could hardly write it down fast enough. I wrote it on 3 x 5 index cards, since I was in college doing research and that was all I had to write on, one sentence per card. They took up an entire shoebox. After carrying that shoebox around for forty years, that novel eventually became Dark Warrior.

Do you feel humor is important in romantic fiction?

I feel that humor is important in everything! I can’t imagine how dreary life would be without it.

Are sex scenes easy or difficult to write?

Easy in that I know where all the parts go. Difficult in finding exciting and interesting new ways to describe how the parts get there and what happens as a result. Otherwise what you get is a medical treatise. After all, there are only a finite number of words in the English language suitable for describing an orgasm. And they’ve all been used ad nauseum.

Name three things that inspire you?

Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, the Smoky Mountains, the full-length ballet Romeo & Juliet, and medieval illuminated manuscripts. Okay, that’s four things. So sue me.

Dogs or cats?

Cats

Chocolate or Vanilla?

Pistachio

Coke or Pepsi?

Coke. Definitely Coke.

Coffee or tea?

Coke. Definitely Coke.

Leather or Lace?

Lace. And Velvet. And silk. Oh, and satin. Yeah, satin…with lace…

Guilty Pleasure?

Edwards® Hershey’s Chocolate Crème Pie. OMG! You know how most people cut their pies into six pieces? I cut this one into…two.

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About Passion’s Triumph

Former SEAL Dr. Lucas McKay and his brother Alex, former FBI agent, have been looking for their lifetime submissive. And they may just have found her in the new Director of the Passion Lake Library. She’s sweet. She’s curvy. She’s adventurous. She’s a green-eyed, freckle-faced redhead with the world’s sexiest glasses. And she’s chock full of secrets. Not the least of which is the fact that she writes steamy BDSM romances in her spare time. She’s also a virgin who has never done any of the kinky stuff she writes about.

When they discover this, they offer to act as her temporary Doms, giving her lots of first-hand experiences designed to enrich her writing and make her D/s scenes more authentic and emotional. Since she’s as attracted to them as they are to her, she leaps at the chance. Unfortunately, Lily has another, even deadlier secret. One with the potential to destroy not only her but the two men she’s grown to love. Will death triumph? Or will love?

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Excerpt

Alex climbed into his truck, but he didn’t drive off. He was too busy mentally reciting the FBI’s Manual of Administrative and Operational Procedures in an effort to deflate his cock enough to ease the stranglehold his jeans had around it. Holy shit! That woman is so fucking hot! The moment he’d laid eyes on her, his response to her had been instantaneous. The electrical current zapping between them had ripped the breath from his lungs. His heartbeat had gone from zero to sixty in one second flat and had started beating so hard he’d thought he was having a heart attack. He’d never reacted like that to any woman. Ever. And he’d had more than his fair share of those. But this one was different. He closed his eyes, squeezing his face tight. Lily Rose. God, what a beautiful name! Lily Rose. She was different, all right. She called to a part of him no woman had ever touched before. A part of his soul that had been waiting, biding its time, for just such a woman as Lily Rose Prescott.

And she was not immune to him either. The Dom in him had recognized the submissive signals she was giving off—her shyness, her diffidence, the constant blushing of that pale, translucent skin, her inability to hold his gaze. She had been aroused. He had smelled her essence, especially within the close confines of the elevator and his truck. If he’d swiped his finger through her slit, it would have come out wet and slick with her juice. Just the thought made him moan as his cock hardened once again, making him wince in pain.

Christ! I can’t go back to work like this! I’ll never hear the end of it. Suddenly putting his truck in gear, he checked both ways, made a u-turn and pulled into his driveway, heading back toward the garage. Fortunately his property was shielded from the neighbors’ view by a hedge, a cluster of crepe myrtle trees, and a gigantic live oak tree. Feeling desperate, awkward, and not a little stupid, he shoved his seat back, lifted his hips and unzipped his jeans, freeing his rock-hard erection. The skin was a mottled purple, and blistering hot to the touch. Wrapping his hand around the base, he began moving it up and down in hard, rapid strokes. As primed as he was, it didn’t take long before his eyes were closing, his body was tensing, and he was coming, great white globs of cum spurting all over his hand. Hissing his breath through his teeth, he continued to stroke himself and massage the head of his dick with his thumb, coaxing every last drop out of him. When he finally released himself, he realized he was shaking. And his dick was still semi-hard. As orgasms went, that one had been singularly unsatisfactory, leaving him feeling restless and scratchy, as if millions of insects were crawling just under his skin.

Grimly, he rummaged through the glove box, looking for a rag to wipe the stickiness off his hand, but the only thing he found was a coffee-stained napkin. Feeling more than a bit sheepish, he tucked himself back inside his jeans, moved the seat back up, and backed out of the driveway, his mind still reeling with what had just happened. He had just jacked off! Sitting in his driveway! Jesus, I haven’t done that since I was sixteen! As he turned to head back to the station, he realized that the truck still reeked of cum, so he quickly lowered the windows, hoping the breeze would dispel any lingering aroma. You’re in deep shit, McKay. Deeeep shit.

At the very last second, he jerked the wheel hard to the right and pulled into the clinic’s parking lot. Exiting the car, he entered through the back door. He had to tell Luc about this woman. Because if she was who he thought she was, Luc needed to be on board, too. The decision to take her as their sub and train her would have to be made by both of them. Alex walked past several open doors into empty examining rooms and headed straight for his brother’s office. Luc was sitting behind his desk, gazing intently at his computer screen, writing something on a pad on the desk top in front of him.

“I’ve found her,” Alex said quietly. “She is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. And sweet? Fuck, is she ever sweet!” Now that he was describing her, his words tumbled all over each other in their effort to be heard. “And so fucking gorgeous! Red hair, perfect, pale skin, with just a light dusting of freckles. Green eyes. Ripe, delicious breasts, a body to die for, her ass is—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Lucas held up his hand. “Slow down. What the fuck are you talking about? Who are you talking about?”

“Lily Rose Prescott. Our new submissive.”

What?” Luc’s voice rose three octaves. “You just met her and you’ve already talked her into being our submissive?”

Alex shrugged. “Well, not exactly,” he had to admit. “She doesn’t know it yet—”

About the Author

Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them. A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for Kidstuff, a monthly language arts resource newsletter for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award, given by the Educational Press Association of America. She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.

Now she writes erotic romances. Go figure.

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Other Books in the Series

Passion’s Dream

JulieShelton_PassionsDream_FULL copyWhen Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down. Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago. The woman with whom he felt an instant connection. The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.

Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she found her husband in bed with another woman. Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach. She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart? And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?

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Passion’s Fury

JulieShelton_PassionsFury_FULL copyWhen Simon Rafferty finds Kylie Ferrell sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible. He recognizes her as the woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives. Their lifetime submissive. And the fact that she’s homeless, injured, and targeted by the mob? Minor details.

Identical triplets and former spec ops soldiers, Caleb, Simon, and Ash Rafferty are more than capable of handling anything life throws at them. Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy woman who has sworn off all men and who is clueless about the darkness of their needs and desires. Clueless…but intrigued. These dominant alpha males will do whatever it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their lives…and their dungeon.

But Kylie has secrets that put them all in deadly danger. And when that danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must launch a desperate search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.

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Passion’s Hope

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JulieShelton_PassionsHopeV2 copyOn the run from an abusive Dom, Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and the BDSM lifestyle. She’s only attending this particular Open House for the free food. But when her abuser, who also happens to be at the club, confronts her, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help. But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met. And Charlotte’s all out of trust.

But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer. Just as they need what she has to offer. Can she learn to trust them? Can she risk her heart? And when danger comes for her will she stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives to keep her safe? Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she’s ever known?

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Tina Donahue: Intimate Details

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  1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
  2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
  3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
  4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
  5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
  6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
  7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
  8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
  9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
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  11. Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
  12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
  13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
  14. Losing Control – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
  15. Shameless Desire – Four and a Half Stars – The Jeep Diva
  16. Illicit Intent – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
  17. Deep Within Me – Four Stars – Romantic Times

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About Intimate Details

As a computer hacker, she demands justice.

As a woman, she craves two powerful and commanding men.

Shana’s been hacking one of Manhattan’s most corrupt executives, making him pay for what he’s done to his victims. Using her skills, she convinces Mike and Cody to hire her at their intelligence-gathering firm, where intimate details help their clients.

Never has Mike met a woman as delicious as Shana. Smart as hell, curvy and assured, she’d be a delightful challenge in bed. Cody’s carnal hunger is equally intense. He and Mike want to know everything about her.

She won’t divulge the secrets of her past. All she can offer is unquenchable desire and her heart.

During weeks of shameless lust and pleasure, Mike and Cody peel away the layers of Shana’s life. The stunning truth changes everything. They’ll do all that they can to keep her safe…and in their arms.

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The doors hissed open.

Shana staggered from him, her mouth still wet from his kiss and Mike’s. She’d mussed his hair. Cody’s tie was askew. Backing out of the elevator, she murmured, “Good night.”

Before either of them could respond, Shana turned to flee. No way could she ever come back here.

“Whoa.” Mike grabbed her wrist as he had in the suite.

td-intimatedetails-full (2) copyThe guard at the front desk leaned up in his chair. His beer belly hung over his belt. His expression said the security cameras had shown him what had just gone down in the elevator. “Everything okay, Mr. Russo?”

“Is my driver out there?” Mike asked.

The guard craned his neck to see. “Yes sir, he is.”

“Please tell him we’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Yes sir.”

The middle-aged man hurried outside. Mike held Shana’s wrist gently but firmly. “Good night?”

His lower lip shone with the moisture she’d left on him. Several locks dangled over his forehead. Unable to help herself, Shana eased them back. “I need to go home.”

Mike’s gaze remained lifted to her smoothing his hair. “Yeah, we get that.” Cody had just joined them. Mike spoke quietly. “You’re taking off after what just happened in the elevator?”

She lowered her hand. “It shouldn’t have.”

Cody frowned, his expression a mixture of confusion and disappointment. “Why not? Clearly, we all enjoyed it. You did, right?”

More than anything Shana could recall. Their strength was thrilling and protective, an amazing combination she longed for but couldn’t risk.

Her throat tightened. Tears threatened.

Suddenly, she felt beyond weary and so alone she rested her head against Cody’s shoulder. Stupid, she knew, but Shana couldn’t help herself.

Cody hesitated a moment, then ran his hand down her hair. Mike played with her fingers.

She fought against smiling and crying. Crap, her emotions were all over the place.

“You okay?” Cody murmured.

Shana nodded then shook her head then nodded once more.

“You’re hungry and tired,” Mike said, speaking softly. “You’re not yourself.”

She laughed, unable to stop. “How can you say that? You don’t know me.”

“We want to,” Cody whispered.

Her belly clenched with worry. What they were asking for wouldn’t work. Shana knew they’d never harm her deliberately. They weren’t that kind of men. However, they were human and eventually they’d hurt her. It was what people did to each other, whether they meant to or not. Best not to get involved. She needed peace. They deserved a better woman than she could ever be.

“We can talk about it in the car,” Mike promised.

Shana eased away from Cody then memorized his and Mike’s features because she couldn’t see either of them again.

“Really, we can,” Cody said.

Smiling sadly, she straightened his tie then patted the knot, drinking him in, loving the gentleness in his expression, his rough good looks.

“What?” he asked, as Mike had earlier.

Shana’s emotions raged, battling with her thoughts. What she knew she had to do.

The guard returned from the outside.

She glanced at him then the glass door swinging closed.

Mike and Cody shifted their weight as though they expected her to bolt.

Shana should have. Leave, she ordered herself. Now.

The guard looked at her curiously.

She turned from him before he could read her expression. Mike and Cody studied her.

Both of them were everything she’d ever wanted in a man, in a friend, and far more than she’d hoped for.

Go.

“Yes,” she said, speaking before she could stop herself. “I enjoyed every second.”

They smiled.

“And I’d like more,” she added, admitting what was in her heart.

Now, they grinned.

“But it’d only be sex,” she said, low enough so the guard wouldn’t hear. “Having a good time. Nothing personal. Ever. You guys couldn’t possibly want that. You deserve more.”

“Wait,” Mike said, again keeping her from leaving. “Who said we’re looking for a commitment for god’s sake. What’s wrong with just being friends?”

“Yeah,” Cody chimed in. “We already know what kind of lattes you like and that you’re into cheesecake brownies. That’s personal. As far as I can see the world didn’t screech to a stop when we found that out.” He glanced around then shook his head. “Nope. It hasn’t.”

Mike leaned close, delivering his wonderful fragrance. “We’ll keep it fun. Promise.”

“Nothing personal,” Cody said. “Strictly surface crap. We’ll talk about work, clients, sports, films, food, books. Stuff like that.”

“Why?” she asked, stirred by what they’d said, frightened as hell too.

Smiling, Mike brushed Shana’s hair from her shoulder and stroked the side of her neck. Her breath caught.

“Because we like you,” he murmured. “That’s what friends do. However, I do have one personal question, and I want an answer.”

Her skin got clammy. She stepped back.

He followed. “Are you in trouble or in some kind of danger? Is that what this is about? If so, let us know, please. We can help.”

Shana stared at him.

“Is someone trying to hurt you?” Cody asked.

She thought about Raptor, the threat he’d presented in the past. What he’d do now if he were lucky enough to find her.

“No,” she lied. “No one’s after me.” She faked a laugh. “Seriously, you guys were really in military intelli—”

Cody interrupted, “We just want to help, all right?”

Sobering, Shana nodded.

“We won’t grill you on anything personal,” he said. “But you can’t ask us anything either.”

“That’s right.” Mike took her hand. “No more hacking into our accounts either, business or otherwise. Remember, our lives are as private as yours is. Come on.”

About the Author

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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Ann B. Harrison and “The Club—Two for One”

I was at a library talk the other night with a few romance writers and one of the most common questions I hear came up.

“Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey?

Uh, hell yes. Along with millions of other people, I did read it and I’m not ashamed to say so either. Okay, I get it, you either love it or hate it. Being a writer myself I kind of swing both ways on this one. I loved the storyline, rich tortured guy finds himself infatuated with innocent young girl who tries to save poor tortured hero. Happy ever after with a bit of tension and loads of sex and you are guaranteed to have a winner on your hands, right?

Well, yes and no. The complaint I hear the most against the books is, the editing. Sure it wasn’t that great but I can read past that if there is a good story and E.L. James had a great story in my opinion. She had all of the elements wrapped up in that little package. And she had a killer marketing plan very few of us can get away with.

But do you know what it is that I loved the most about the whole deal and nobody can deny this? It changed the way we read. Yep, now you can sit in the train with a romance novel and not have to hide it behind the Sydney Morning Herald. And it can be a steamy romance novel too because that is what Fifty Shades has done for us, made it more acceptable to read erotic romance in the open. I mean, how many of you got a copy  in your Christmas stocking last year? I know my daughter did and she wasn’t the only one in our circle. All the men were talking about it and it was available in the local grocery store!

two-for-oneGotta love it right? I do because it made it so much more acceptable for us authors to write it. It made all the difference to me. I normally write rural romance with sex. Not a lot, but still steamy by some people’s count. Now I can happily write my little heart out, sex scene after sex scene and not get frowned at. That makes this author a very happy little girl.

The Club—Two for One is my steamy romance and I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks E. L. James!

About The Club—Two for One

Nothing is going Lizzie’s way. Her sex life is unsatisfying, her job sucks and she has more debt than she needs thanks to her loser brother. Against her better judgment, she lets her best friend sign her up to be auctioned off at a high-rolling venue called the Club. Agreeing to a weekend of adventurous sex with a stranger is one thing, but being bought by the brothers who own the Club means Lizzie is up for a weekend beyond her wildest fantasies.

Ryan and Lizzie hit it off, in bed and out, but it’s his quiet brother, Trace, that has her heart pounding and her panties in a twist. But is Lizzie what Trace needs? Having been burned before, will he take a chance on what his heart is telling him or trust his instincts and send her home after their weekend is over?

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About the Author

054A3757_pp_1 (2)Ann swears she was born with a book in her hands and has never put it down. A lifelong love of reader has finally culminated in achieving her dream of writing…and publication.

She lives in the beautiful Hunter Valley with her own handsome hero of many years. Ann has always loved the ups and downs of life in small communities and she shares this with readers in her rural romances.

Strong sexy heroines with a good dash of sass thrown in feature in her stories. Of course these women need an equally strong hero. Bring on the outback hero and watch the passion ignite.

When not writing Ann enjoys reading, gardening, walking her very large dog Hugo and fighting with her computer.

Julie Shelton and “Owning Sarah”

About Owning Sarah

It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance.  But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.

He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay.  So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them.  But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.

Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story.  It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.  And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.

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js-owningsarahAs soon as Sarah finished greeting the last man, Jesse moved in behind her, pulling her against his body, her back to his front. He ran his hands up her arms before settling them on her shoulders. At that blatant gesture of possession, all conversation died and six pairs of eyes bored into her. Wow. She was surrounded by eight strong, powerful, confident men. Men who had survived harsh, primitive conditions. Men who had experienced the brutality of combat and undertaken untold numbers of dangerous missions, all to keep America free. Men whose exploits would never be recognized or acknowledged, who were heroes in the truest sense of the word.

Men who gave new meaning to the term sexy, even if they weren’t particularly handsome. There was nothing handsome about Bulldog, for instance. Yet….wow. The sinuous, animalistic grace of his movements, the air of command he exuded were both undeniably sexy. To a man, these Spec Ops soldiers were tanned, fit, confident, powerful…masculine. These men were potent. The testosterone they exuded was so strong it was almost palpable, a living, breathing thing.

Wow.

Nearly overcome by a sudden bout of near-crippling shyness, Sarah stiffened her spine and gave them what she hoped was a confident smile. “It’s lovely to meet you, and I hope you all can stay for dinner, although I’m not sure what we’ll have. We’ve been eating so much take-out lately, there’s nothing in the refrigerator but a bunch of science experiments on the properties of mold.”

“And beer,” Adam piped up. “There’s always plenty of that.”

“Right,” Sarah agreed tongue-in-cheek. “Science experiments on the properties of yeast.” Her smile faded. “Like I said, you’re all invited to stay for dinner. But why do I get the feeling that this is not a social call? You’re not here for dinner, are you? You’re here because of Ryder Malone.”

“I see we’ve come to the question and answer portion of the evening,” Jesse murmured, squeezing her shoulders gently before dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

“Speaking of beer,” Adam interjected brightly, turning on his heel and moving toward the kitchen, “who wants one?” Everyone except Sarah and Jesse followed him out there. Turning her to face him, he let go of her arms and lifted his right hand to tuck an errant, mink-brown curl behind her ear.

She tilted her chin to look up at him. “This is about a hell of a lot more than just vandalizing my bedroom, isn’t it? What’s going on, Jesse?”

His fingers stilled, warm against her skin, sending a shiver through her. Aware of the undisguised interest on the parts of the men filtering back into the room, beer bottles in hand, they struggled to fight the sudden heat blazing between them. “Don’t worry about dinner, baby,” Jesse said in an effort to divert her attention, “It’s all taken care of. I’ve ordered a Pig-Out Feast for Twelve from Porky’s Bar-B-Q.”

“But,” she spread her hand in confusion, “there’s only nine of us.”

He just chuckled. “Obviously you haven’t seen these guys eat. Anyway, they’ll be deliverin’ it in around”—he glanced at his watch—“half an hour or so, so be on the look-out while we finish up—”

“Finish up what?” she interrupted quietly, refusing to be diverted. “Answer my questions, Jesse, and stop trying to protect me from the big, bad world out there. I know what’s out there, remember? I see it every day in court. So, why are they here? What could Ryder Malone possibly have done to merit a response like this? An entire SEAL team? Really? Don’t you think that’s just a little bit over the top? Like sending a Cruise missile to take down a gnat?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, they’re no longer SEALs,” he offered lamely, lifting one shoulder in a slight shrug.

“Oh, well, that’s certainly a relief.”

“Sarah—“”

“Who are they, Jesse? Aside from the biggest, scariest, meanest-looking, bad-ass, uber-macho bunch of guys I’ve ever laid eyes on? Some sort of clandestine, super-covert, black-ops commando group that’s so Top-Secret not even the President knows about them?”

Everyone froze. Seven pairs of eyes were suddenly riveted on her. Her mouth dropped open as realization sank in.

“Oh. My. God!”

Her entire body solidified.

“Holy shit,” Bill Payton muttered, his beer bottle halted in mid-air, halfway to his mouth.

“Told you she was smart,” Jesse muttered back.

Sarah just stared up at him, dumbfounded.

Oh.

My.

God!

Omigod!

“Jesse—”

“It’s okay, baby.”

“It’s okay? It’s okay?” Seized with a sudden need to shiver, she crossed her arms over her breasts. “How can this possibly be okay? What, exactly, makes this okay?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m pretty sure the President knows about us,” Jay offered helpfully, patting her shoulder as he passed her on his way to the couch.

“Looks like she’ll be coming to the meeting.” Adam joined them, grinning, holding out a frosty bottle of beer. She just stared at it pointedly until, shrugging, he withdrew it.

“What meeting?” she wanted to know.

“The meetin’ that’s startin’ right now,” Jesse said grimly, grabbing her by the elbow and steering her unresistingly toward the sofas and chairs gathered around the stone fireplace.

“C’mon, sweet pea.” Adam latched onto her other elbow and they led her to one end of a brown leather sofa where they sat with her tucked snugly between them. The other six men spread out on the other sofa across from them, the oversized ottoman, and in the two club chairs.

Jesse turned his attention to Bill Payton. “Okay, Wildfire, it’s your show,” Jesse said before relaxing back against the cushions himself. Conversation died as they all turned their attention to Bill “Wildfire” Payton, who cleared his throat, and looked directly at Sarah. “Sorry to bring this to your doorstep, Sarah. But it appears that your boy Malone is one seriously bad dude.”

About the Author

IMG_2358Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.

After moving more than two dozen times in her life, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances.

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Guest Author Diana Hunter and “Tied To Home” + GIVEAWAY!

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First of all, thanks to Susana and The Morning Room for letting me visit. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. 🙂

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Diana Hunter and I write erotic romance.

There. I said it.

Sounds like I’m coming out of a closet, doesn’t it? In a way, I am—and have been for the past ten years.

When I first started writing erotic romance, there were varied reactions to my chosen genre. Since the kink that I explore involves the various flavors of BDSM, raised eyebrows has been the smallest response I get when I tell people what I write. Remember, I started publishing in 2003, long before 50 Shades of Gray made headlines.

The first inkling I got that what I wrote was a little outside of normal came in a conversation at my very first Romantic Times Conference in March 2004. Another author and I had been talking about the conference and writing in general and then she asked me what I wrote. I replied, “Contemporary bondage.”

Well. She just looked at me and I watched her swallow hard before she managed a very strangled, “I didn’t even know that was a genre,” before making a rather quick getaway. In my naïveté, I had assumed, since I’d heard of the genre, that everyone had. Silly me.

Then there was an old friend whom I hadn’t seen in a while. She asked what I was doing with myself now and I told her I was writing and had several books published. She laughed and then said, “Just don’t tell me you write romances. I can’t stand that stupid stuff.” Our conversation grew decidedly cooler when I told her that was exactly what I wrote.

People have pre-conceived notions about the concept of what an author is or does. The requisite attic garret, the lonely lifestyle, the heavy drinking—all these seem part and parcel of the lifestyle—if you write the Great American Novel. If you write romance, then obviously you’re an unfulfilled, mousy little spinster who lives in a dream world where all the men are hunks. And if you write erotic romance, then you, yourself, are young—and sexy, too.

Interesting stereotypes. Of course, like all attempts to generalize a population, totally untrue as well. I’ve lost track of the number of people who have greeted my chosen genre with rolled eyes and total dismissal. They see no value in the books, therefore there is no value in what I do.

It used to bother me. It doesn’t any more and I’ll tell you why.

Because I’m better than they know. Their choice to remain ignorant means they don’t get to meet my great characters—or the characters of tons of other authors also writing erotic romance (or heck! Straight romances, for that matter). They don’t get to lose themselves in cool plots and interesting settings. Sucks to be them. As Shakespeare would say, “This we should rather pity than despise.” (Helena, A Midsummer’s Night Dream)

So I don’t get angry when people diss my chosen genre. I don’t get mad when they leave a bad review. I figure life’s too short to concern myself with those who have other tastes. I’m not a fan of the modern American novel, nor am I a fan of horror novels. While I have better manners than to dismiss those genre, I’m not going to think ill of those who prefer it over mine.

I’ve never hidden my writing from my kids (I have both a daughter and a son). My daughter loves to brag about my books to all her friends and co-workers, although she’s never read one. We had always agreed that she wouldn’t open one of my books until she was eighteen. When that birthday passed and the books remained untouched on my shelf, I was curious and asked her if she wanted to read one.

She gave me that long-suffering look every child gets on her face when she has to explain the obvious to a parent. “Mom,” she said, “I’ve been reading the sexy stuff for a while now. I really like it.” She paused and scrunched up her face as if she’d just eaten something distasteful. “But I can’t read yours. I do not want to know that my mother even knows about those things, let alone writes about them.”

Sigh.

My son, on the other hand, first denied my existence, figuring, if he ignored my writing, it would all go away. As he got older, however, and discovered that Chandler’s mom on Friends also wrote “sexy books”—he would confide the information to a chosen few in his circle as if imparting a great secret. Now that he has also reached his majority, however, he just shakes his head and goes back to his video game.

Yes, being an author of erotic romance—and admitting to that—is a bit like coming out of a closet. People look at you askance, make rude comments (oftentimes out of ignorance, but occasionally out of meanness), and sometimes don’t value what you create.

But then someone leaves a good review, or sends an email thanking your for understanding the BDSM lifestyle and life is good. You open up a new file on your computer and a new story starts to take shape under your fingertips.

Thanks again to Susana for inviting me to her blog. I hope I’ve given you a little insight into what it’s like being an erotic romance author who has a decidedly out-of-the-normal kink in her books.

As always,

Play safe!

Diana

Blurb

Wiste hasn’t ever had a problem with self-bondage – until today. When the key to the handcuffs breaks off and jams the lock, she has to accept help from a source she thought long-buried in the past—Matt Carter.

As for Matt, he’d never seen this side of Wisteria Penny Lane in the past…and he likes what he sees.

Excerpt

Matt Carter sauntered in, taking a moment to look around. Wisteria Penny Lane. She’d taken a lot of heat for her name when they were kids. Hippie parents who didn’t have a clue the teasing they’d saddled onto their only child. He wondered if they still had that commune outside of town.

He’d seen the ropes, of course. And the marks around her breasts. She’d been tied up pretty well. Who knew when they lost their virginity together in the barn on her parents’ farm that the girl would grow up to have kinky tastes? Or that he’d grow up to have them as well?

Now she stood, defiant and proud, her wrists held out before her in challenge. She’d  thrown a book at his head the last time he’d seen her, as he recalled. If Brian had told him whose lock he was going to fix, he doubted he’d have come.

TIED TO HOME cover“Let me see what I can do. Have a seat.”

There was a small chest on the floor in front of the window and he gestured to it.

“I’d rather stand.”

“I’m sure you would. But I need steady hands and that’s easier to do when I’m kneeling.” He smirked. “And you always did want me down on one knee, as I recall.”

“You bastard. Get the fuck out of my house.”

He drew back in mock astonishment. “Wisteria Lane, such language!”

“I don’t want you here. Tell Brian he sent the wrong man.”

Matt studied her face. A war went on there. One moment she seemed fully in control, the next she was a breath away from breaking down into full-blown panic mode. Fascinated, he watched the control side take over again. When she spoke this time, her voice was more leveled.

“Go away, Carter. I meant what I said the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah, I remember. That you never wanted to see me again. Well, here I am. And you’re stuck and I can get you free.” He held up the small case of tools. “Picking locks is something I do.”

Wisteria sat down hard on the chest, her wrists still held out before her. “Turned to a life of crime?” She sounded bitter and Matt recognized she felt defeated.

“Worked with a security firm for a while,” he explained as he knelt down before her and opened the case. He pulled out a dark blue roll of felt and unfolded it as he spoke. “They had a master locksmith as part of their crew and he taught me a few things.”

“Security firms are supposed to keep people out, not get them in.”

He snorted. “You’d be surprised at how often people lock themselves out of their own systems. First thing they taught me was how to break into a car with a slimjim.” Carefully, he reached for her hands. “Now, let me see.”

She said nothing to him as he examined the problem. The first piece caught in the lock of the handcuffs came out easily enough with a small tweezers. The second proved more difficult and he had to twist around to work the lock from her side of it. That put him uncomfortably close and her perfume distracted him.

Pretending his shoulder didn’t touch hers was another distraction. And that string bikini wasn’t helping. He remembered those breasts, how soft they felt in his hands, how he could make her purr by licking her nipple…

The piece sprang free and with a twist, he opened the handcuffs, totally shocked by the feeling of disappointment that washed over him. What was he thinking? Wiste wanted no part of him. And, if he was honest with himself, admittedly not one of his strong points, he didn’t really want a complication in his life right now. He’d just left one in the desert of Las Vegas, he didn’t need to pick up another one here in Connecticut.

“Yes!”

Her exaltation was immediate. He didn’t say a word, only putting his tools away, re-rolling the felt and putting it back in its case. Wisteria jumped up and brushed past him as if he didn’t exist.

“Em, he did it. Emily? Em!”

But Matt knew Emily had left. He’d heard her sneak down the stairs before he’d even gotten his tools out. For reasons of her own, Emily Baker had left them alone.

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About the Author

Diana HunterIn third grade, Diana wrote a short, one-page story about a bear family. When her teacher handed it back, the paper had a great big, red “A” on the top. The teacher said to her, “This is very good. You ought to be a writer.” And in the concrete-thinking way of third graders, Diana knew she’d just found the career she was to follow.

Of course, she doubts her third grade teacher envisioned the genre Diana would choose. After she complained about not finding BDSM-themed stories that focused on the relationship rather than just the sex, she was challenged by a friend to write one of her own. The rest is just fun reading.

Diana resides in the Finger Lakes area of New York State and is grateful for the support of her husband and two adult children.

Contact

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Author Julie Shelton and “Loving Sarah” + GIVEAWAY

Note: Susana is offering a deck of playing cards with yummy Ellora’s Cave covers for one lucky commenter on this post and the next one, with Diana Hunter. Be sure to include your email address in your comment!

Today my guest is Julie Shelton, whose debut novel, Loving Sarah, was recently published by Siren Publishing. Welcome to Susana’s Morning Room, Julie! Tell us a little bit about yourself.

IMG_2358I’m recently retired after a 25-year career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. I love violets, ballet, England, the Middle Ages, gorgeous scenery, beautiful music, reading, and writing.

What is Loving Sarah about?

Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.

She has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn. Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.

But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison? Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?

What comes first, the plot or the characters?

Well, in the case of Loving Sarah, the character of Jesse Colter came first. Before I even wrote a single word, I spent months thinking about what he looked like, what kind of a person he was, and falling completely, irrevocably in love with him.

What/Who inspired you to start writing?

Mad Magazine and Nancy Drew.

Who is your favorite author?

Mayabankscherisesinclairloraleighlisamariericelaurendanesophieoakleahbrookesierracartwright-kristinashleyedenbradleyshaylablacklexiblaketymberdaltondelilahdevlin. And that’s just her FIRST name!

Are you a pantser or a plotter?

I plot minimally, just enough to know what things are going to happen. But if something comes up I didn’t plan for, I’m willing to explore it to see where it goes and keep it if it turns out to be great.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

I’ve written seven romance and historical romance novels, but only one has been published. I wrote all the original stories, songs, fingerplays, poems and puppet plays for Kidstuff, a monthly language arts newsletter for early childhood educators that won the 1982 EDPRESS Award for Excellence in Educational Journalism. I also wrote Puppets, Poems, and Songs, a 288-page resource for making and using puppets in the classroom or library.

Do you do research for your books or does it all come from your head?

I do tons of research. Two of my unpublished novels are medieval romances, so I have literally spent years researching every aspect of the daily lives of nobles, servants, soldiers (along with their weapon, tactics and armor), townsfolk, knights, clergy, and peasants, the clothing they wore, the food they ate, their entertainments, how they traveled, the things they saw, heard and smelled, and hundreds of other tiny details that help make the past as vivid and real as the present.

What are you working on right now?

I’m nearly finished with the sequel to Loving Sarah, which I’ve titled Owning Sarah. The villain threatening Sarah in the sequel, is extremely dangerous and determined to make her pay for having sent him to prison. She and her two Doms continue to deepen their connection and commitment not just to each other, but to the D/s way of life as well.

What would we find under your bed?

Christmas decorations.

What are your favorite pastimes?

Reading, writing, going to movies, concerts, plays, the ballet, shopping, making jewelry

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

A four-month, twelve-country shoestring-budget tour of Europe with a girlfriend forty years ago.

If your publisher offered to fly you anywhere in the world to do research on an upcoming project, where would you most likely want to go?  Why?

England. That four-month trip to Europe forty years ago? Well, two of those months were spent in England. I absolutely adore England. That trip was the beginning of my life-long love for anything Medieval. It was also the inspiration for the two medieval romances I subsequently wrote but have not yet been published. Now that the ice has been broken by the publication of Loving Sarah, I will definitely be taking another look at them.

Name three things that inspire you?

Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, the Smoky mountains, England’s Royal Ballet’s version of Romeo and Juliet, starring Wayne Eagling and Alessandra Ferri, with choreography by Sir Kenneth MacMillan, and medieval illuminated manuscripts.  Okay, that’s four things.  Math was never my strong suit.

Have your ever experienced writer’s block?  If so, how do you work through it?

I go back and rewrite/edit the last scene I wrote, or I go through my notes, looking for scenes, dialogue, or fragments of ideas that might inspire me. Or I read. I try to avoid writer’s block altogether by stopping at a point where I know what’s coming next and can pick right up on it the next session.

What is your favorite color?

Purple.

What is your favorite food?

Filet mignon, medium rare, and baked potato. No, lasagna. Or fried chicken and potato salad. Wait, make that strawberry shortcake. Actually, baby back ribs from Tony Roma’s. No…what was the question?

What is your least favorite food?

Liver.

Why?

You mean other than the disgusting taste, weird texture, revolting smell and unappealing appearance?

Coke or Pepsi?

Coke

Coffee or tea?

Coke

Chocolate or vanilla?

Pistachio

Excerpt

js-lovingsarahUh-oh. She was in trouble now. A quick glance in her rear view mirror confirmed the strobing red and blue lights of the unmarked police cruiser behind her, a black, Humvee H3 Alpha, powerful and forbidding, with a slight air of menace. Just like its occupant.

Jesse Colter.

Sarah’s throat thickened and she suddenly couldn’t breathe. She shut her eyes, trying to calm herself, but her nerves felt like stinging nettles burning her skin. Why hadn’t anyone told her that the newly-hired Chief of Police she was scheduled to meet with today was Jesse Colter? She’d left work the moment she heard his name, desperate to avoid this very encounter. I’m not ready, she thought, pushing against the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. I’ll never be ready!

Blowing out her breath, she wiped her sweating hands on her skirt. Her belly clenched as hot juice gathered in her feminine folds. How could he still affect her like this? She hadn’t seen him for eight years. Not since he’d abruptly disappeared the day of her seventeenth birthday.

At least, she hadn’t seen him in person.

But she had seen him nearly every night of those eight years. In her dreams. She’d seen him and tasted him and felt him as if he’d been real. As if he’d been there. She’d seen him rising over her, preparing to enter her. Tasted his full, moist lips and thrusting tongue. Felt him stretching her, filling her until she was sobbing and screaming out his name—only to wake up on the edge of an explosive orgasm that melted away even as he melted away, like a chalk painting in the rain. Her dreams of Jesse were just that.  Dreams.

Eyes riveted to the side mirror, she watched, dry-mouthed as he unfolded himself from the interior of the Hummer and rose to his full height of six feet three inches. He stood without moving, just staring in her direction, his eyes hidden behind the mirrored lenses of his aviator sunglasses.

God, he was even more gorgeous than she remembered. Gypsy-dark, panther-lean, his magnificent body was taut with the unyielding ripple of tempered steel. Her eyes roamed over his beloved face, with its strong, square jaw, hawk’s beak of a nose and full, sensuous lips. And those killer cheekbones—Lord have mercy. To Sarah’s eyes, there had always been something raw and untamed about him.

There still was.

She stared into the mirror, unable to tear her gaze away from the powerful muscles bunching and rippling beneath the snug material of his black cargo pants. The soft cotton of his black t-shirt stretched tautly across the sculpted ridges of his chest and abs, accentuating rather than concealing the power beneath. His forearms were deeply tanned and corded with heavy veins. His thick black hair, shorter than she’d ever seen it, feathered neatly across his forehead. His biceps flexed and bulged as he reached back inside the car, lifted a black Stetson to his head and closed the door.

Her chest constricted as she watched him stride toward her, purpose in every step. He looked so good, so good….exactly the way she remembered. Except he was completely different. So much bigger than he had been; broader, harder, just…more. He had been sexy. Now he was positively lethal.

With supreme effort, she kept herself from moaning aloud. No longer dry, her mouth was watering like Niagara Falls. God, she’d missed him so much. She hadn’t realized just how much until this minute. Heart thundering in her ears, she waited until he drew even with her before lowering her window. She turned her head to look up at him, ready with what she hoped was an impersonal, self-confident smile.

Except he wasn’t smiling. His expression was blank, almost scowling. Her own smile slid away as the breezy greeting she’d prepared died on her lips.

“License, registration and proof of insurance, please.” The rough grit of his deep baritone voice was still there, but his tone was flat and impersonal. The soft southern drawl she’d loved so much was gone.

She stared up at him, trying to jump-start her brain. That’s it? After eight long years, that was it? No ‘Hello, Sarah, how’ve you been’? No, ‘Nice to see you.’? Just ‘license, registration and proof of insurance’? Her lungs froze; she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. She felt hot and cold all at once, goose bumps racing like fire across her skin. Here she was, creaming her panties at the very sight of him, the very thought of him, and he was acting as if he didn’t even recognize her.

“I—I beg your pardon?” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, biting down hard. God, Jesse, why did you have to come back here? Why couldn’t you have left me with my dreams and fantasies?

“You heard me, Ms. Marshall. License, registration and proof of insurance.”

She recoiled as if he’d struck her. Ms. Marshall. Not ‘Princess’, or ‘darlin’ girl’, or ‘sugar’ or any of the other pet names he’d called her over the years. Not even Sarah. She might have been any stranger he’d pulled over on the highway for speeding. Her throat closed up. Wrenching her gaze away from him, she snatched her purse up off the passenger seat and pulled it into her lap, reaching blindly inside to grab her wallet. “I—just—just a minute, I have them right here….”

Pride stiffened her spine, but nothing could stop her hands from shaking as she tried to pull the requested items from their slots with fingers that suddenly felt as thick as sausages. She struggled to make sense of his attitude. Was he angry because she’d skipped out on their appointment? If anything, she was the one who should be angry. After all, he was the one who’d walked away eight years ago. He was the one who’d taken her father’s pay-off money and disappeared with no word of explanation or goodbye.

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About the Author

Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands. One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.

After moving more than two dozen times in her life, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing—especially her new love, erotic romances.

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Author Interview With Denysé Bridger + GIVEAWAY!

Today my guest is Denysé Bridger, multi-published author in several sub-genres of romance. The books she’s featuring today—Hunter’s Game and Reckless Assignation—will be awarded to one lucky commenter on today’s post.

Welcome to Susana’s Morning Room, Denysé. What inspired you to start writing?

denysé_bridgerI’ve told this story before, but in a funny way, a lot people don’t believe how I landed in the author role. I started writing seriously back in 1984, and it happened because I was so annoyed at the way my favourite television series was progressing. So, I decided I’d write my own story. I had never heard of fan fiction at that time, had no clue about fanzines, etc., so imagine my surprise when someone asked me if I’d like to publish the story? The feedback was so good, I sent it to the actor I loved in the show, too. I was shocked stupid when 13 days after mailing it, he called me during a break and told me he’d read the story and it was better than what they were shooting!! That began a 20 year “training” period, and in 2004 I won the Amber Heat contest and my first pro contract. Haven’t stopped since then!!

How long have you been writing?

As cliché as it sounds, I have been writing virtually all my life. It started with essays and stories in school, and just carried through my life. I never thought of it as a career choice, though a couple of my English teachers told me I’d make an excellent writer.

What advice would you give writers just starting out?

First and foremost, you have to understand two simply things—there is no such thing as a perfect book, you’ll never write one, so write the best book you can, and then move on to the next project. I don’t know how many people I know who want to write, but never seem to stop tinkering with their book, so it never sees the light of day. You also have to be able to accept honest critique, which goes back to the perfect book syndrome. Editors aren’t there to tear your work apart, they are there to give you honest, professional advice on how your book can fulfill all the promise you feel it has.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

I’ve never really suffered writer’s block—for me it runs the other way, I have so many ideas all the time that I know I’ll never live long enough to write them all into the books I see in my head! It’s a frustration almost as disheartening as not being able to write at all.

What comes first, the plot or the characters?

Plot usually. Then the characters present themselves. I can get an idea from anything, and then the story begins to shape itself in my mind. Once I know what the story is, the players begin to emerge.

Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

The newest release, which is a paranormal with some very wicked twists and plot points, began as a challenge from a fellow author when we spent a night visiting goth clubs and bars in Toronto. The club in the book was one of the places we went, and I was just absorbing the atmosphere to such an extent she told me to write something based on what  I was seeing and feeling… I amped it to deadly levels for Hunters’ Game.

With Reckless Assignation, I chose Halloween as the backdrop and it became a well planned seduction, with a deadly edge of thriller. The story started because I wanted to challenge myself to create something that had an almost tangible atmosphere. From the reviews I’ve seen, it worked! So that’s great!!

Are you working on something at present you would like to tell us about?

I’m finishing up one of the best novels I’ve ever written. It’s been several years in the making as I’ve left it a number of times to do other projects. But, it’s now calling out to be done, so I’m having fun getting to the end at last. The book is set in Rome and Amalfi, and is about an internationally renowned singer who is harbouring some very dark secrets that have kept him away from his home, and real love. He meets a tourist who’s stranded, and when she’s almost killed and it looks to be linked to him, he insists on taking care of her until she’s well enough to return home. Of course, he has no intention of letting her leave him when he falls for her. It’s a very romantic and sweetly sensual story. I hope people like it when it is finally released.

What are you reading now?

I have several things on the go just now, some writer’s guides and technical books, but for relaxation I’m rereading Lara Adrian’s Midnight Breed series, Opal Carew’s His To Command, and Lori Foster’s wonderful series Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor.

What books or authors have most influenced your own writing?

Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories have long been among my favourites; they taught me to pay close attention to small details that most people don’t notice, but they create the subtle nuances of tone and atmosphere. If I had to name a couple of romance authors who’ve influenced me they’d be Margaret Mitchell for Gone With The Wind, just for complex, sweeping plotting; and Lucy Monroe for the passion and tension that creates sparks and makes your heart smile.

What is your work schedule like when writing?

Chaotic, honestly. I grab what time I have to write, and then there are the blogs, promotions, etc. Every day something new comes at me, so I tend to multi-task—a lot! I usually start with the mail, then I do promo, and the afternoon is spent writing if I can manage it. If not, late at night when things settle down.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

I think it changed from year to year—once I wanted to be a nurse, then a teacher, then I wanted to get into music. I never considered myself good enough to be a writer anyone would ever want to read. Still find it unbelievable, really.

What is your favorite food? Least favorite? Why?

Favourite food… is popcorn a food? I love popcorn!! As for least fav, that would be scallops—I’m not a lover of shellfish anyway, but scallops are a special kind of horrid for me… I love the smell of freshly baked bread, too—it’s heavenly. Maybe it’s a scent thing, popcorn smells so warm and comforting, too.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Depends largely on the length of the story I’m telling. I tend to want to plot and outline novels; it keeps me focused and clear on what I want to write. There will always be deviations and new things will come into play, but if I have the outline it keeps me moving in the right direction. With short stories and even some novellas, my outlines can be a few lines, or a page, usually nothing more than that. I prefer well plotted stories, really.

What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?

That I am painfully shy. I tend to be fairly open and easy-going when I interact with readers and people who don’t know me very well find it hard to believe that I tend to be very private about my life.

Is there a writer you idolize? Is so, who?

I don’t think there’s a writer I idolize, but there are several I admire greatly. Lucy Monroe, Lori Foster, and Lara Adrian just amaze me with the passion and scope of their work. The create fabulous heroes, larger than life, strong, vibrant people who make you feel their stories and fall under their spell. I think when a book leaves a reader smiling long after they’ve finished it, that’s a special kind of talent on the part of the writer. I hope I manage to do that for readers from time to time.

What would we find under your bed?

Hmmm… a few board games, and a shoebox of old photos.

Say your publisher has offered to fly you anywhere in the world to do research on an upcoming book. Where would you most likely want to go?

Without hesitation it would be Italy. I’d love to walk the streets of the small towns on the south coast especially, then see Venice! Venice in winter would be so incredible, ice fog on the canal, Carnevale in February… It would be heaven!!

Do you have a favorite quote or saying?

Who so loves, believes the impossible….

Do you write in multiple genres or just one? If just one, do you ever consider straying outside your genre?

I write all over the place. I can’t stay in one genre, I get bored, so I love to experiment, and mix them up, combine genres that people don’t expect at times. I have so many interests, and I love different eras and styles, so it’s fun to switch it up.

What is something you’d like to accomplish in your writing career next year?

Two things, I want very much to get an agent, and I’d like to see a new novel in print. So, we’ll see!

HuntersGame_SMAbout Hunter’s Game

In modern Toronto, two vampires stalk the night, their hunting a game that is seductive and deadly. In a darkly compelling Goth Club, they find the prey they seek for their pleasures, and the night runs crimson with blood and unquenchable thirsts….

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From New Dawning International Bookfair

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ARe Romance eBooks

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About Reckless Assignation

recklessassignation_msrA haunted and abandoned hotel on Halloween is the setting for a very private party between two lovers, one of them a world-class, sophisticated intelligence operative who’s trying to teach his young and innocent lady that curiosity can sometimes take you places you’d be better not to go. Amid elaborate trappings meant to scare and entice, Rick’s seduction takes some unexpected but wickedly wonderful twists. But, Rick also has a lesson to learn, when his past collides with his present, and almost destroys everything he cherishes most.

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From Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt

Giveaway

One random commenter will win a copy of both of Denysé’s featured books: Hunter’s Game and Reckless Assignation. Be sure to include your email address in your comment.

About the Author

Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write, the American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other endless love affair in my life is Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture. That passion spills into all aspects of my life.

My first major fantasy novel is As Fate Decrees. (Available in bookstores everywhere, and on Amazon’s international sites.) The novel relies heavily on Greek mythology, and is set in Ancient Greece and modern Athens. If you enjoy a tale of gods, destiny, and the battles of an eternal champion, this is the book for you! Not surprisingly, there’s a touch of romance throughout, of course! A visit to my website will show the diversity of what is currently available, and the mixing of genres and styles that will be employed in many up-coming projects as well. The Italian influence is in evidence with several of the more important works, as many people already know.

Contacts

Website : http://www.denysebridger.com

Blog: http://fantasy-pages.blogspot.com

Adult content blog: http://boundpassion.blogspot.com

Sensual Treats Magazine: http://www.sensualtreats.webs.com

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