Welcome to BRB, everyone! My guest today is erotic romance author Nese Lane. What I will tell you about, Ms. Lane, she enjoys what she does and that's writing mf and mm erotic romance. Her upcoming release 'Keeping Secrets From Sir' will be available for purchase on 03-07-14! And by the excerpt it sounds good! Thank you for stopping by, Nese. Let's get the party started. :)
What genre do your currently write? And, is
there a genre you'd like to write, but haven't tried yet?
Currently, I have a paranormal erotic
romance, Angel’s Addiction, an m/f with just a hint of Dominance. And Keeping Secrets From Sir, a m/m
contemporary erotic romance, heavy on the BDSM.
I love writing m/m so I’m thinking it might
be fun to drag my guys kicking and screaming into a fantasy setting…maybe in an
elven world.
Many authors use a nom de plume, and they
may use one opposite to their own sex. Do you think an author's sex or sexual
orientation should dictate what genre they write?
I think the creativity and inspiration of
any author should dictate what genre they write in. Sex or sexual orientation,
in my opinion, only enhances the author’s voice, just as all life experiences
do. Being able to flirt with any sexuality is the ultimate thrill for a writer.
Some authors have issues with character
development, writer's block, plot summary etc. What is the biggest challenge
you face when writing? How do you overcome the problem?
I have a habit of editing while I write,
which slows things down immensely. As a pantser, I need to put that aside and
let creativity flow, allowing the characters to dictate the direction of a
scene/story. When I’m really struggling with a plot line, I have wonderful
critique partners who love to brainstorm. Discussing different angles in which
the plot could go, usually triggers the idea of how the story should go.
What has been the single most successful
marketing tool you've used to date?
Bloggers like you are the number one source
of awareness, so thank you! Also social media is another boost in helping to
get the word out. My fans Rock!
If you had to live as one of your
characters, which one would it be, and why?
Jasper Lyons the hero in my current WIP,
Cherry’s Delight - the second book of my Rockin’ Hard series. Who wouldn’t want
to be a drop dead gorgeous rock star with a huge heart?
While writing, have you ever drawn from
personal experience, and why?
Yes. I think we all use our own personal
trials to bring added depth to the characters we write. While not the exact
situation, I use feelings I have experienced to guide the reactions of a
character. If not, the internal dialog would fall flat and seem unrealistic.
Just for fun–
What is your favourite colour?
Orange/Lime Green, I can’t choose between
the two.
Which do you prefer: a little left to the
imagination or explicit?
Explicit, of course. Nothing frustrates me
more reading a book, than an author sending the characters into the bedroom,
and shutting the door. I want to know what goes on behind that door.
When you first met your
partner/spouse/lover what drew you to him or her first?
Beautiful blue eyes…sigh.
If you could spend the day with any famous
author, who would it be? And, why?
Laurel K. Hamilton – Her writing is
amazing. I would love to know what
inspires and motivates her.
If you could indulge free of any
consequences, what would be your ultimate sexual fantasy?
I suppose my fantasy would start in a loft
apartment in New York City with two sexy guys...ending in either an m/m/f or
m/f/m ménage. *grins*
Keeping Secrets From Sir
Blurb:
While "hatchet man" Drew Chandler
is both feared and revered in the boardroom, he is completely ruled by his need
for submission in the bedroom. Dominance and pain give him that edge vital to
his corporate success, but Sir has been unavailable and Drew's hold is
slipping…
The D/s bond that Kane Devlin shares with
Drew is the icing on the cake of their relationship. When problems at work
force Kane to sacrifice time usually spent with his sexy sub, the loss of that
connection becomes a source of frustration. His patience is tested further as
Drew begins to keep secrets, but Kane plans to get to the bottom of things,
from the top.
Excerpt:
Lost in his fantasy, it took a few seconds
for Drew to register that he’d actually heard Sir’s voice. The vague notion he
hadn’t noticed the alarm reset mingled with a fear-laced thrill that lanced
through his system just as his lover’s warm palm smacked hard against his
quivering ass. Yes…finally. The burn registered a second
before another landed on top of the first, and he cried out in agonizing bliss.
Shit, he’s really pissed.
“Stretch yourself open. Again.” Kane’s
barked commands reverberated, triggering a shiver. “Add a third finger. Deeper.
Damn, that’s hot.” He brought his hand down again, this time on Drew’s
perineum.
The smack to that sensitive area forced a
whimper from Drew’s throat, and he had to withdraw his fingers from his hole
and grasp the bedspread with both hands to keep from shooting his load. He
clenched his teeth and staved off the tingle of his impending orgasm.
Kane grasped his cock and squeezed—hard.
“I did not give you permission to come. You lose it this quickly, and you will
be wearing my stripes and a butt plug for a week.”
Drew grimaced. “Yes, Sir.”
Kane embraced Drew’s warm frame from
behind and licked the sweat from the back of his neck. Kane’s hot cock burned
the crack of his ass, and Drew rocked back against the welcome hardness.
Kane nipped his earlobe. “Do you want me
to fuck your ass?”
Drew licked his dry lips. “Yes,
please…Sir.” He hated how needy his voice sounded but accepted vulnerability in
favor of what he knew would occur next.
Kane rose and grabbed a condom from the
nightstand drawer. He rolled it on, and coated his length with lube. “Spread
yourself for me. Stretch those tight cheeks apart and show me that sweet rose.”
Drew’s mouth watered at the sight of Kane
beside the bed working lube over his gorgeous cock. Kane’s muscular chest and
rock hard abs flexed with each stroke, and Drew once again questioned what such
a perfect male specimen saw in him as a mate.
He loved the way Kane’s sandy-blond hair
fell over his brow and drew attention to the piercing blue eyes he swore could
see past the walls of self-preservation he’d erected and straight to his soul.
From their first time together, Kane had
the uncanny ability of knowing exactly what it took to take him to the edge of
ecstasy. He closed his eyes and willed Kane to understand what he needed. Then
prayed Kane would give him what he couldn’t bring himself to ask for.
Putting his doubts aside, Drew did as
instructed and bared his hole to be fucked by the man who held his heart.
