Hi Lila! Welcome to BRB! It's so wonderful to have you here today and thank you. And I must say, the book cover is gorgeous. Blue is one of my favourite colours. Lovely! So lets get started. Tell us about yourself... Who is Lila Munro?
Hi, Blak and thanks so much for having me here today. Who is Lila…well, Lila is a military wife, empty-nester, grandma and writer of all things romantically erotic to encompass the mildly sensual clear to the scorching BDSM realm. I live in eastern North Carolina, but am looking forward to retirement in Indy in a few years. Instead of kids at home I have two very spoiled dogs and one diva guinea pig. I love the beach (live ten minutes from it), love museums, all genres of music, I read voraciously in all genres, and one of my absolute favorite past times is research trips—to sometimes less than questionable establishments. *wink* Let’s see, I not only write I work as a marketing director with Rebel Ink Press. I can be found at http://www.lilamunro.weebly.com or at my joint sister site with my wicked friends http://www.wickedmuses.blogspot.com or your readers can Facebook me. I love to hear from readers at firstname.lastname@example.org and for more about Rebel please go to http://www.rebelinkpress.com .
When did you know you wanted to become a writer?
I’ve always had the writing bug. Since before I could read I wanted to make up stories—guess at that age though it’s just thought of as lying…okay, when I was ten I wanted a typewriter for Christmas. Guess that could be the official launch of the passion. *grin* However, I didn’t actively pursue publication until I was forty—you know that proverbial mid-life crisis—watch out girls, like M&M’s, they do exist.
Who and/or what prompted you to write your first novel?
Well, that depends. I wrote a novel in high school and threw it in the trash—that one was inspired by teenage angst. My second one was written in Okinawa, Japan while we were stationed there. Again it went in the trash—that one was written out of boredom and the need to vent. The Executive Officer’s Wife was the first thing to go to publication and was inspired by my life as a military wife. What better heroes to inspire than US Marines?
Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?
There’s no rhyme or reason to when inspiration strikes for me. I can be driving down the road and have to screech to a halt on the side of the road to jot something down. I take a huge amount of inspiration from my surroundings in the military community—you’d be surprised what goes on around here. *gasp*
What made you chose to write contemporary erotic romance and BDSM/menage literature in particular? And is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why?
I simply love a good love story with an HEA or HFN. And when great, hot sex is thrown in even better. I love to read historical and would like to try my hand at that someday, but the amount of research involved is brutal and just not something I’m willing to commit to right now.
Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?
It can be any of the three at any given time. Most of the time a character starts niggling at my brain and eventually tells me what their problems are. However, the other day a very cool title came to mind and since I’m dabbling in BDSM quite a bit lately it should prove interesting what’s in that toy chest.
What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?
Usually around the end I lose a bit of steam when I’m tying up loose ends. Now the end is always hard to write because I become very emotionally attached to my characters and it’s always hard to say good-bye and send them away.
Has your own life influenced your novels? And if so, how?
There’s a bit of me in everything I write—I won’t reveal how. *smile*
Writing sex/romantic scenes can be a challenge for some authors. Do you find it difficult? If yes, how do you compensate? If no, where do you draw your inspiration?
The first novel I wrote I’ll admit I choked, but now I love writing the sex. I like seeing where I can take my characters next and how far I can push them out of their comfort zone. I also like to challenge myself to make sure everything is fresh, new and inventive—sometimes sex can get mundane if not written with a fresh eye. Inspiration? I’ll never tell. LOL
Do you have a method you use to write the sensual parts? Do you prefer the sex to be open and bold? Or left to the imagination?
I write both sensual and erotic sex…so it depends on the novel if you get full on BEEEEEP-ing or you get to fill in the blanks. With the Delaney brothers there’s as much sensuality as actual sex, in the Identity series—it’s full on BEEEEEP-ing, no holds barred. However, that’s not to say we can’t do the beep thing with taste.
Are your characters based on people you know? Or are they completely fictitious?
As I’m in all my novels to some degree, people I know and some I don’t make it to my pages in some capacity at some time. People I don’t know? Sure. I’m a people watcher and folks I’ve noted in malls everywhere grace my pages.
Who is your favorite character, which you’ve created? And why?
Favorite characters. Well, my characters are a bit like my children. I can’t name a favorite as they all hold a special place in my heart. However, Madi from Bound by Trust holds a special place for me as well as my Doms—let’s face it, anytime a Master is involved, well, that’s just hot and who wouldn’t show some favoritism.
Can you tell us about your latest release? Give a synopsis.
My latest release is True Identity, book 2 in the Identity series.
You have to leave the city of your comfort…
Jillian Stewart was as straight laced as they came. Or was she? After one man tearing her down to her very foundation, she’s set out on a path of self-discovery. Pursuing a Master’s degree in sociology, Jill’s determined to wrap her mind around the complexities of the BDSM world. Getting into a good doctorate program won’t be easy so she’s pulling out all the stops. After disregarding her professor’s warning against subjecting herself to the lifestyle, Jill finds she’s drawn to her tutor. But this isn’t her world. Is it?
and go into the wilderness of your intuition…
A career Marine Corps officer, Stephan Sachelles has always chosen to keep his lifestyle choices to himself. He avoids the underground house parties on the base to frequent a club miles from home in an effort to protect his privacy. Steph’s been a Master at Steele Image for years and he's enjoyed the company of many of the subs there with no intention of ever settling on just one. How would he make that work…it wasn’t like he could convert his base house into the dungeon of his dreams. Then Jill walks through the door. Steph’s intuition tells him there’s wild abandon inside her fighting for a chance at life. In the depths of her eyes, far behind the over analysis of everything she encounters, Steph sees the heart of a true submissive. But the resistance Jill puts up is driving Steph crazy. While she’s a good student, she just won't let go. Fighting his own internal battle, Steph finds he wants nothing more than to be the only Master to help her find her true identity.
What’s your newest WIP? And when we can expect a publication date?
I actually have several irons in the fire right now. I’m working on book 3 of the Delaney series, book 3 of the Identity series and book 2 of the Force Recon series. All these are slated for release later this year. For next year I have a new series on the back burner—The Sergeants of Echo Company and a spin off series in is the works from the club Steel Image in True Identity. There were just too many great characters hanging out there to not give them their own stories.
How many novels do you have, that are currently published? Please list all the publishers, so the readers can locate you.
I currently have ten works out: eight through Rebel Ink Press, one through Whiskey Creek Press-Torrid and one through Wild Horse Press. All of them can be located and downloaded at: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Lila+Munro
Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?
I see me still churning out realmantic tales. I might not ever make the NYTimes bestseller list, but I’m having a great time doing what I do and I love working with Rebel.
I’d like to share a HOT excerpt from True Identity with your readers now, if that’s okay…
Of course, we'd love to read it!
“Where the hell are we going?” Jill asked sharply, fighting Steph’s grip and trying to pull free every step of the way. When Steph didn’t answer, she started to fear he might be on his way to toss her back out of the club on her ass. As determined as she had been an hour ago to get the hell out of here, she now knew she wasn’t quite done with her little field trip, and in the back of her mind she knew wanting to stay had nothing to do with her damn thesis. “You’re not kicking me out are you?” she gasped as they neared the narrow hallway leading back out to the bar area.
“No, I’m not.” Steph didn’t look at her and didn’t slow down. “But if you intend to stay, you’re going to learn to play by the rules that I give you and not continually mouth off. I realize you obviously can’t contain your curiosity, you get so wound up in picking things apart you forget who you’re talking to, but that’s no excuse for rude, and honey, I’m going to satisfy part of that curiosity right now.”
When Jill realized they were back at the spanking bench, icy fingers of dread clutched her heart and it sped up three-fold hammering her ribcage. He did not intend to spank her. No, a voice screamed in her head, while another one niggled its way in and whispered, yes. Oh God, what was she supposed to do? She didn’t even have one of those safe words she’d read about. Would he even listen to her if she did and used it?
Steph unlatched the red velvet rope behind which the bench and several scary looking paddles and straps of all sorts hung. He stepped through and pulled Jill in behind him refastening the barrier as a few other people started to collect. He was not only going to spank her, but other people were going to watch. Jill’s throat constricted and tears of regret at not being able to do one simple thing, be nice not rude, welled up in her eyes.
“What are the tears about already?” Steph asked, pulling her to the side of the bench. “We’re not even started.”
“I’m sorry, Master Steph,” Jill whispered. “I won’t do it again, Sir.” She glanced around at the people collected and mixed emotions swept over her. First she wanted to die and fall in a hole then she wanted to pull her panties down herself and give her ass willingly to Steph. Damn it! She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not here, not now.
“I’ve been watching you very closely, Jill,” Steph said in a less hardened voice. “I know you want more than to just watch. I also know you have limits. I’m quite certain spanking isn’t one of them. Is it?”
Jill shook her head like a puppet being mastered by a string.
“We’ll have a much more in depth discussion of those limits later, as long as you agree right now this isn’t on that list.” Steph waited a few seconds before prompting her. “Jill, answer me.”
“Spanking is not on the list, Sir.” Jill swallowed hard and forced out a few more words. “Please don’t make me take off my shirt.” Her voice audibly shook. The memory of Master Kyle’s fingers gliding over what lay beneath it swamped Jill. If Steph made her take off her shirt in here, in front of all these people, two Xanax wouldn’t enough to bring her back to Earth.
“I won’t,” Steph assured her, running his hands up and down her arms. “Now bend over and put your hands on the bench shoulder width apart. I won’t restrain you this time.”
Jill did what Steph commanded. Once she was bent over, he ran a knee between her thighs and forced them hip distance apart. For a moment he was gone and even though the room was filled with chatter and music, Jill heard the silence his absence caused buzzing in her ears. Then he was bent over with his hand on her shoulder and his face so close to hers she could feel his breath whispering across her throat.
“Look at me, Jill,” he said firmly. “This is important.”
Not wanting him to read her eyes again and see that she had figured out that she not only wanted a spanking but needed it, and from him, Jill stalled.
“Jill. Look. At. Me.”
Jill turned her head and was immediately lost in his eyes. They held her prisoner in that moment and she was quite sure she’d have let him do almost anything to her.
“Do you know what a safe word is?” Steph asked her.
“Yes, Sir.” A voice came out of Jill but she was certain it wasn’t her own. It was some slut’s voice from the past.
“Have you ever had one before?”
“No, Sir,” she squeaked.
“Jill, you’re safe word is red for the rest of the night. If you’re in too much pain physically or emotionally at any time, use it and I’ll stop. Do you understand?” Steph’s eyes never left hers.
“Yes, I understand, Sir.” Jill’s hands nearly slipped off the bench they were so damp with cold sweat.
“Does what I’m about to do trigger that physical danger fear?” Steph asked, running his fingers along her throat.
“No, Sir.” Jill didn’t even hesitate. For some reason, she didn’t feel threatened and she was pretty certain Steph already knew that before he asked. Damn him.
“What’s your safe word?”
Jill squeezed her eyes shut as Steph flipped the end of her skirt up her back and slid her emerald green thong over her hips and down her thighs to hang suspended between her ankles. Great. Now everyone behind them could see her fat ass. That knowledge was worse than knowing Steph would soon spank her. His palms ran over her ass checks and up her spine, then back again, the circles he traced getting smaller and smaller until he caressed only the center most part of her backside as of defining his territory. Just as Jill was caught in the lull of his feather light touch, his hands left her and one of them came down across her right cheek with a resounding pop. Jill surprised herself by staying rigid. The first swat was only a tap for as loud as it was. Steph ran his fingertips over the offended flesh for a few seconds then came down on her other cheek a bit harder.
Nothing. There was no fiery heat pooling anywhere, no electricity licking her insides…Pop! Steph slapped her on the first cheek once more and Jill surged forward. That one hurt and she bit back a grunt. It was then that Steph fell into a pattern. He would strike one cheek soothe it with a gentle stroke then assault the other cheek and repeat, all the while the heaviness of the swats getting more intense until Jill’s ass seared and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. And there was the heat. The blessed heat of arousal settled between her legs and her pussy throbbed and clenched. Steph continued the punishment until Jill was gasping and a steady stream of relief ran down her face, across her lips and down her chin to fall to the floor beneath her head with a sad plop. She hadn’t imagined it. It was quite possible for her to be turned on by pain, and quite real.
Then the spanking ceased. A solitary finger ran down the seam of Jill’s pussy and across her clit then Steph pulled away from her completely. Jill tilted her head to find him once again bent over staring at her. The finger that he’d run over her was under her nose glistening.
“You can’t possibly lie to me anymore, Jill. At least not about this,” Steph told her softly.
Steph smiled at her then slipped his forefinger between his lips and sucked her muskiness from it. Jill’s pussy palpitated with need.
Said Rebecca from The Romance Reviews about Identity Crisis, book 1 of this series:
“In IDENTITY CRISIS, Lila Munro brought both heat and heart wrapped up neatly in an erotically-charged short story. With complex characters that readers will find likeable, the story is fast-moving and packed with emotion. The strong details and descriptive characterizations draw readers in emotionally as two strong characters discover the compromise necessary in love.”
Wow Mrs. Munro you are a very interesting lady and I loved the excerpt! Thank you again, for going me at BRB. I'm positive the readers really enjoyed your interview. I wish you the best of success in the future.
Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne ^_^!!