Hello sweeties! As promised, over the next five days BRB will be hosting a wonderful group of highly talented authors. And to start the week off please welcome, erotic author Keta Diablo! You know the drill, pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable. I've got my Chia Tea Latte in hand! So let's get down to it!
Hello Keta, it's wonderful to have you here! Please, tell us about yourself.
I’m a huge coffee drinker, but I don’t much of a kick unless you consider cream a “kick”. My son read an article to me last night about how good coffee is for you medically. “I just knew it,” I said. According to the article, it’s good for your liver, your intestines and fights diabetes. Who woulda thought? I love Starbucks, hang out there all the time while I write.
What drew you to the erotic romance genre?
I write in several genres, erotic romance, gay fiction and fantasy. I love all three genres, with a particular soft spot toward erotic historical. I’m drawn to that genre because I lurve real-life stories. Many of my historicals are based around true historical events.
What's your favorite sub-genre in Erotica? (eg. BDSM, LGBT, Paranormal, etc.)
I also write erotic romance/paranormal, my second favorite. Most often, I combine historical with the paranormal, a double-dose of two genres I love. My most recent release, Sojourn With A Stranger, a historical paranormal. Set in Norfolk five years after the Civil War, our heroine finds herself in dire straights and takes employment at an elegant manor. A haunted elegant manor. This book has it all, mystery, suspense, voodoo, murder and an abundance of romance.
More information about Sojourn With A Stranger here: Kindle: http://amzn.to/gQLMV2
Last September I released Where The Rain Is Made, another historical paranormal. Themed around the real-life events of the Cheyenne dog soldiers, Where The Rain Is Made has won many awards: Nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark in the BEST e-novel category, Top Reviewer Picks, Recommended Reads and Best Book of the Month at top review sites.
More about Where The Rain Is Made here: Kindle: http://amzn.to/ev0I3Y and NOOK: http://bit.ly/hQH6ZB
CROSSROADS Series- Right now, all four of the Crossroads novellas are on the TOP TEN list at this web site: http://1placeforromance.com/
My best-selling gay fiction series is CROSSROADS. There are four novellas in the series, Crossroads, Crossroads Revisited, Crossroads Showdown and Crossroads Shadowland. The main characters are Frank McGuire and Rand Brennan. Frank is not a very likable character in the first novella, and there has been a lot of controversy on the net about him. Controversy about a character is good whether good or bad. Trust me, by the end of the series, Frank is redeemed. These are also paranormal (Frank dabbles in perfections, the ability to commune with the dead). The novellas contain mystery, suspense, murder, thrills, and lots and lots of man love. Warning: This series is not for the faint at heart. More about Crossroads series on Kindle here:http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=keta+diablo&x=0&y=0. Also available on Nook.
How long have you been writing?
I’ve written all my life in one form or other, but didn’t get serious about publishing my books until six years ago.
Please describe your writing environment.
In the summer, my writing environment is wonderful. I’ve enclosed a picture that looks very similar to the cottage I live in on a lake. We have six acres of woods surrounding us with a small environmental lake on the property. There’s a lot to look at, owls, eagles, loons (the winged version) and it’s very peaceful. In the winter, I write inside because we live in the snowy Midwest.
What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both?
I think about a story in my mind for weeks, allow it to germinate. When I’ve gone through all the scenes, conversations and even what they wear, I sit down to write. I never make outlines, but I might use note cards to remind me of certain items or scenes I want in the book. I guess you would call me a seat-of-the-pants- writer then.”
Do you have a ritual when it comes to writing? Example….get coffee, blanket, paper, pen and a comfy place?
I do all my writing on my laptop and use my PC for other things, storing files, backup that sort of thing. I rarely use pen and paper, although those are on my list of favorite things to collect —stationary and pens.
Stilettos: Sexy or not?
Not for me. I’m a jeans and t-shirt girl, with sneakers. If I must get dressed up (sigh) I would never choose stilettos. I’d probably kill myself in them.
Do you have anything special you do to get into the writing mood?
I spend so much time on the lap top. I’m accustomed to writing or promoting about 12 hours a day, every day. I make sure I have fresh coffee, sometimes chocolate and a clear mind (hahaha on the last one). I do break for lunch and take a half an hour to exercise. Well, not what you probably call exercise, but I either walk outside or devote the time to my Chi machine (you can Google that, then you’ll know).
What’s been the most challenging part of writing erotica, for you?
Time. To get all the stories done I have in my head. I need a clone – desperately need a clone, preferably one who comes pre-programmed with excellent writing skills so he/she can help me.
Where won't you go with erotica? What are your taboo’s?
Hmm. I don’t object to other people writing certain words, but I have a few I won’t use. To me the words represent a derogatory way to speak to women when men are mad or upset. You know what word/words I’m talking about. I don’t recall anyone calling me those names, but I loath them. I’d like to think of a name women could use for a great comeback, but saying, “Well, you know what you are? You’re a penis,” doesn’t have the same impact.
Erotica has the ability to be as sweet or as raunchy as one wants. Where do you feel your work fits in the spectrum?
In the middle. There are many ways to present erotica or erotic romance. Sometimes it’s as much of a turn on to use sexual tension. I think readers are very astute with vivid imaginations. We need to give them credit for that. I also think some readers get real tired of reading page after page of sex. So you won’t find that in my books. For me, the plot or story comes first, the sex second.
What is the hardest part of writing a sex scene?
Not to be repetitive, but I guess that goes for the entire book. I might think of a phrase or something I want to write that fits the scene and I have to stop and think, “Hey, did I use that in Decadent Deceptions or Land of Falling Stars?” I have 20 books out now, and it gets harder to keep all the characters and the plots straight. Authors should be very conscious of writing new, fresh material and not the same old, same old.
Do you ever have issues with the language, specifically when referring to anatomical parts? I mean how many ways can one really say dick or pussy without it getting a little old? Are there any terms you refuse to use or, on the flip side, are there words that are your go-to words simply for the shock value?
See above. I don’t want to use euphemisms but there are only so many names for a man’s dick, right? The same with a woman’s sex. I don’t get turned on by a man blowing dirty words in my ear, but if he comes into the bedroom half-naked with a rose between his teeth . . . I’m his.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
Thank you so much for asking.
I just finished an anthology with three wonderful authors, Stacey Kennedy, Amber Scott and Elise Hepner called Kissed From Beyond. This is four paranormal stories involving ghosts, time travel, and genies. More information on Kissed From Beyond here: Kindle: KINDLE: http://amzn.to/eTSYsq
I’m almost finished with a story for the Seven Deadly Sins anthology with 6 authors. I think this will release in April and its’ been a lot of fun writing with the other authors. You can keep on eye on this blog for more information: http://7deadlies.blogspot.com/p/7-sins-series.html
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Yes: Are you sure you want to write a novel? Really, really sure? It’s very hard work if you hope to make money writing. If they answer yes, I would tell them to stop putting it off, put your butt in the chair and write. It’s not easy. I know many reviewers or readers think it is, but it’s not. See two sentences up: It’s very hard work, and so many things have to come together to write a good book. At least for me. I have to be in good physical health, and hopefully in the right place with my mind. And then pray the words will come. If I’m sick or thinking about going to the lake, my writing shows I’m distracted. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I hit the delete button and then bang my head on the desk. During those times, I think a 4th grader can write better than me. There’s a lot of second-guessing, self-doubt and that’s because the book you think they will love, they don’t. The book you’re feeling queasy about, they love.
Recently I’ve released some books Indie. When you think about it, books released in the past have been very controlled by the main publishing houses. Readers had a limited choice in content. I’m happy to see authors self-publishing now, bringing fresh content to readers, books we have been discouraged to write in the past. Self-publishing no longer carries the stigma it did before. Of course, Indie authors have a huge responsibility to deliver great writing, intriguing plots, characters with depth and relatively error-free books. I still publish the traditional way too but love the freedom of self-publishing.
You can find me on the net at the following places:
Author home: http://www.ketadiablo.com
Erotic Romance Blog: http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com
My Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Keta-Diablo/88641942024
CRADLE OF DREAMS – Keta Diablo
With visions of battle still fresh in his mind, Roane Bradfield returns home to find the woman he loves betrothed to another. He corners Kendrick Moreland at Dowager Huggins’ Grand Ball and whisks her into the secluded library. One way or the other, he will know the reason the duplicitous beauty cut him from her life when she promised to wait forever.
Kendrick can’t believe her eyes when Roane suddenly appears at the ball. Has he truly risen from the dead? Amid wagging tongues and hushed murmurs, the fantasy of her every dream whisks her from the ballroom. And the expression on his face is anything but loving. Revenge, danger and powerful love collide in the Cradle of Dreams.
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Excerpt from Cradle of Dreams:
By all that was holy, Roane Bradfield appeared within Kendrick’s line of vision. Her Roane Bradfield. Dear God, it wasn’t possible, couldn’t be him. Her stomach fell, and the room spun. How she had mourned his death, cried a million tears when his name appeared in the Savannah Republican—Roane Bradfield, Killed in Action, Battle of Petersburg. At the time, the words had blurred on the page and waves of grief brought her to her knees.
It had taken her weeks to drag herself from bed every morning, months to come to terms with his death. Had she ever really come to terms with it or had she merely put one foot in front of the other and stumbled through life a phantom specter? She knew only one thing at the time—if she lived to be one hundred she would never again love a man as she had loved Roane Bradfield.
Beside her, Pitt’s back stiffened, and below her trembling hand his arm tensed. So many times, she had imagined Roane Bradfield cutting through the masses toward her, but this was no illusion. Beneath the bright chandelier, his midnight hair glistened, and even from this distance, a palpable hunger burned in his eyes. Something else burned too . . . anger.
The crowd parted and onward he came, all sinewy muscle and dark beauty—broad shoulders, narrow waist and long, muscled legs. And depthless ebony eyes. She should have known someone as vibrant and alive as Roane couldn’t die. Beneath her gown, her legs gave way and every joint in her body went boneless.
“Good, God, look who’s risen from the dead?” her fiancé said.
“Pitt, please, how can you say such a thing?” Kendick’s knees shook and she felt faint. She didn’t have the facts, but truly, Roane had risen from the dead. For a flash of a second, her heart overflowed with joy, and then she saw the look on her former love’s face. Unadulterated vengeance. He came to settle a score.
Roane stood before them, his bronzed hand reaching for hers. “Kendrick, lovely to see you again, darling.”
Sparks flared and a jolt of lightning pedaled through her veins when he brought her fingers to his lips. “Roane . . . we-we heard you were―”
“Yes, so the Dowager informs me. You thought me dead. Well, you can see I’m here in the flesh, and quite alive.”
“See here, Bradfield,” Pitt said, his voice cracking amid the undercurrents. “Kendrick is betrothed to me now. I hardly think you should address her as darling or any other endearment.”
Roane paused, his rakish gaze assessing her head to toe before he turned to Pitt. “Be a good chap, Fleming, and refresh my drink.”
With Roane’s fluted glass touching the fabric of Pitt’s waistband, her betrothed floundered for words. “I don’t believe I should abandon my fiancé in light of the―”
Roane visibly blanched at the word fiancé. “I assure you, Pitt,” he replied, his tone glacial, “Miss Moreland is in no danger while an enormous crowd looks on. In any event, I believe we have something to discuss, do we
Roane knew her better than she knew herself. Her initial joy at seeing the decadent man gave way to rage. Heat traveled the length of her neck and scalded her cheeks. How he enjoyed making her blush . . . and cringe. She had never been able to hide her true feelings from him. By his arrogant smirk, he knew he still held the power to decipher them.
God curse the man. Only Roane Bradfield would dramatize his sudden return to life in front of an assembly of onlookers. The last thing she expected to encounter tonight was Roane in the flesh, and yet elation and an undeniable series of shivers coursed through her.
Dear Lord, help her. The man would make her regret her actions during his absence. Roane would never believe she thought him dead, would never accept her admission she agreed to marry Pitt only when everyone in Savannah, including her, thought him lost forever. The cock-sure man would remain calm and collective while she stumbled with ineffectual explanations. If only he would stop looking at her as if he could see through her gown.
Her hand went rigid in his and then she withdrew it. Again, he studied her intently, no doubt heard the wheels of panic and terror grinding in her head. Read this, Roane Bradfield. I long to wipe that ersatz grin from your face; tear your eyes out for putting me through hell.
Silence filled the crowded room; all eyes were upon them. Within five minutes of her arrival, he had cornered her like a hapless hare. Unless she desired a scene, she would have to agree to speak with him. With a thin smile, she turned to her fiancé. “Go ahead, Pitt. Whatever Roane has to say won’t take long.”
Thanks so much for doing the interview today, Keta. What a great blurb and excerpt! All of Keta's links are listed above and believe me they're well worth a look. If you'd like to read more interesting articles from this fabulous author, Keta also contributes to RLJ!
Tomorrow Amber Scott will be here! Take care, sweeties!
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