Oh, what to say? My author alter-ego is the fun one. She writes the steamy M/M romances. In real life, I'm fairly boring. I live alone with my two cats (stereotypical, I know), and try to squeeze writing time in between working on a Master's degree in Medieval studies. Needless to say, you can expect to see some historically-inspired books in the near future!
Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?
Anything and everything can inspire. Music sparks a lot of ideas, as do other books. I love playing 'what if'. I've gotten some fantastic stories that way…although they rarely resemble the source material by the time I get through!
What made you chose to write erotic literature in particular? And is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why?
Mostly, the erotic literature came about just because of the genre I write in. I love writing gay romance (mostly because I really, really don't like writing female main characters. They always get on my nerves). In the current climate, it seems like gay romance=erotica. Not that I'm complaining. I find I can discover a lot about a character by peeking into the bedroom (or kitchen, or car, or living room…).
Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?
It's a toss-up between character or plot. With my novel Lucky, the main character, Alli, popped into my head first and I built the story around him. On the other hand, Odd Man In started with a picture of two guys tossed into a cell together and figuring all the wheres, whens, and hows. It all depends. But never the title. I hate picking titles. I usually slap something down at the last minute and pray the muse is kind.
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?
For me, the sex scenes are work. They don't come naturally, I think partially because it's the part of fiction that I have the least experience with. I try to let the characters tell me when they're feeling 'in the mood.' If it's planned, I'll often just mark the spot in the story where I want one and come back later, so I don't lose momentum. And I never, ever stop in the middle of writing a sex scene. If I do, I can't get started again and usually have to scrap the whole thing.
Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?
I would have to say Alli, from my novel Lucky. I guess he's the character that's the most like me, with his klutziness and bad luck. I can sympathize with his trials (although mine, unfortunately, can't be blamed on magic)! In fact, in the free short story I have on my website…well, those are true life events. Yep. All of them. In one day. I'm a complete klutz. And I once crashed three computers in the span of two weeks. So, yeah, I can completely identify with Alli.
Tell us about your newest release.
My last big release was a gay ménage science fiction story. It came out in September with Total-E-Bound Publishing. It's what I call 'sci-fi light'. I'm not a science person and I don't pretend to be. It's not hard-core or technical, just a fun romp with a bunch of sexy guys on a spaceship!
Just for fun–
What is your favourite colour(s)?
I love bold, bright colors. Although you can never go wrong with black, either!
Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?
I love a great hero, but I think a great villain makes or breaks a story. After all, that hero isn't going to be as great going up against, say, a rogue plumber.
What is your favourite movie? And why?
At the moment, Cowboys & Aliens. Daniel Craig makes a truly drool-worth cowboy.
If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?
Anyone, huh? I don't know, someone rich, I suppose, so I could just write without worrying about a day job.
Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?
Hopefully, about where I am now, only more successful . I don't really have any ambitions to move into mainstream. I'm happy writing in the genre, and for the publishers, that I currently am.
Odd Man In
Three men, one spaceship, and a whole lot of trouble. The universe is never going to be the same.
Daior Mathews is having a bad decade. When he’s captured and held hostage, he figures things can’t get much worse. After meeting Terran, a fellow prisoner and the most adorable man he’s seen in years, Dai believes his fortune might be changing at long last. He’s looking at Terran, Terran’s looking back, and it looks like he’s finally getting lucky. But that’s before the situation takes a turn for the worse and Daior is forced to call an old lover for help. Now Dai’s on the run with his new boyfriend, and his old friend Tam is eyeing said boyfriend with lustful eyes.
So what’s a space mercenary to do? Take them all to bed, of course. And that’s when the fun really begins.
Daior sat up with a groan, reflexively grabbing his head with both hands. Damn, how many Agrarian Chasers had he downed?
Oh, yeah. None. He growled. No alcohol. No hangover. Just a bunch of walking dead men. When he got his hands on those guards…
Terran. Where the hell was his Terran?
He leapt off the table, staggering sideways when his feet hit the metal floor. Ah, cold. He took two unsteady steps before he realised something was missing.
Clothes. He needed clothes. Couldn’t wander a strange ship buck naked. Might not go over so well.
Daior let out a few curses and started rummaging. He slammed an empty drawer shut and winced when the sound made his head throb. It felt as if somebody had shoved a wad of cotton balls up his nose and stuck a pick into the base of his neck. Bloody sadistic bastard, whoever it was.
Dai went through three drawers before he saw the neatly folded pile on a chair by the door. Shit, he must be worse off than he’d first thought. He was normally a lot more observant than that.
By the time he had pulled on the loose-fitting pants and tied the drawstring around his hips, his head had cleared out a bit. Still hurt like a son of a bitch, but at least he felt a bit more…functioning.
He slapped his hand against the door panel, half-expecting it to be locked. He was pleased when it hissed open easily. So, friends. Whatever vessel he was on, it was owned by friends.
Despite that conclusion, Dai still entered the hall with caution. First order of business—find Terran. Second—find out where the hell they were.
His head hurt too much to count any higher.
Thanks so much for being here, K. M. Great excerpt, and the book sounds wonderful! All the best! ~ Blak Rayne