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Monday, March 19, 2012


Tell us about yourself.
About me?  How much time you got?  In all seriousness, I’m an eclectic mutt that can’t seem to be pigeonholed into one way of thinking or another.  I’m not quite Jungian and I’m not quite a fanatic or a Darwinist, or Freudian for that matter, but I’m a mix of all thoughts schools that make me myself.    I think that my own true adventures have shaped what I write and how I write.   I’ve studied philosophy, sociology, law and accounting.  I have an English degree but couldn’t tell you where a semi-colon goes (thank God for editors).  I’m selfish as I write what I would most like to see either in movies or in another book, but as it was said, if you can’t find what you want to read, then you MUST write it. 
Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?
The greatest inspiration comes from life.  I love to watch people and I love seeing people’s reaction to one thing or another.   I will sometimes take a walk away our lovely skyway system and find new things to write about or ponder upon.    I suppose it is a matter in whom I find inspiration.  My soul mate, my heart, has provided me with enough grist to keep the writing mill going for years on end. 
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?
The choice to write erotic literature wasn’t really a choice but more of a ‘write what you know’ moment.  I can admit, first  I thought about money, but since I was writing for myself, and wasn’t actively seeking a publisher, it became obvious to me I write it because I am an erotic person and I have ideals, and many of those ideals can lead to a hot read.  Another genre, mmmm… I could try my hand at basic romance, and I’ve thought about going on an inspirational tangent, but I am not yet grown and not yet wise enough to inspire anyone.  I’ve got a lot more mistakes in me so writing something inspirational would just be called The Mistakes I’ve Made, Don’t Copy Me… lol
What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?
The hardest part to write for me is the middle.  I like things to begin with a bang, and end with a bang, the middle part is what gives me the most trouble.  When I run into those troubled spots, I usually begin to flush out the middle, thinking on small details like middle names, family history, likes and dislikes of the characters.  
Has your own life influenced your novels? And if so, how?
*laughing* Gosh yes, if I told  you just exactly which ones, man… but yes, my life has always offered a form of inspiration to my characters, they’ve shaped the characters in many ways.  You know, there are choices in life that we try to atone for, and I suppose my way of atonement is by making my characters do what I should have done.  
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 difficult part about writing sex scenes  is making it tasteful.   I could write oodles and boodles of sex scenes that use every day  language and that happens in the bedroom, but come on, who wants to really read that?  The key is to draw out the passion and wrestle that passion into words that doesn’t make you feel as though you are reading utter trash.  Yes, some trash is great, it adds kink, an aura a voice, but ahhh but what is sex but the act of passion.  At least that is the way the Greek and Roman gods saw it.   Where do I draw my inspiration…ha, if I haven’t done it , it is merely because I’ve chosen not to.  
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 can go either way, I grew up reading Harlequin and Regency novels where sex was either implied or not graphically expressed.  I don’t have a preference I believe it depends on the story.  I have two books out with Shara Azod LLC  that focus on sex, that is  it, no more, no less.  That is Eight Ball Side Pocket and Temporary Insanity.  Those two are the absolute boldest I’ve written to date.  
Just for fun–
What is your favourite colour(s)? 
Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?
I prefer a villain that has hero qualities or a hero that has dark qualities.  I’m drawn to Magneto from the X-men comics.  But I’m also drawn to Logan (Wolverine).  They are dark, brooding perhaps a bit of asshole, but they do have a greater purpose.  Perhaps it is because I live in a world of gray where sometimes the greatest light you can give the world is achieved by going into the darkside for a moment.   
What is your favourite movie? And why?
It’s a tie - X-Men Origins – Wolverine and The Dark Knight.   The reasons why, the darkness of the heroes, they are dark, they do bad things, but for a greater purpose.  
If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?
Eartha KittShe was amazing, and wasn’t afraid to call things like it was.  She was generous and did not fear the unknown.  I admire her courage and her way to keep on going.  
Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?
I do not know, I just hope I get to do it full time.  That would be lovely! 
Ronni’s Romanian 
Blurb:  Ronni Cadell’s business is in trouble, but she can hardly concentrate on her professional life when her mother is constantly trying to set her up on dates and nagging her about dying alone and miserable.

Corporate raider Lucian Covaci knows Ronni’s business is floundering and she has been dodging his company’s attempts to sit her down and buy her out. Although he’s normally the silent out-of-sight type owner, Lucian takes her elusiveness in his own hands. Ronni can’t dodge Lucian when he waltzes into her charity fundraiser and places a ridiculously high bid for an hour of her time.

Ronni can’t believe her luck when Lucian places a bid for a tour of her company. Lucian can’t believe he just acted so uncharacteristically just to meet a client. Now Lucian must convince Ronni that his interest in her goes beyond just business.
It was difficult to pretend he wasn’t enthused to spend more time with Ms. Cadell, but Lucian was having an even harder time convincing himself that it was more for business than pleasure. From the moment she’d walked up to him, he knew he had gotten himself into unfamiliar territory. Yet he was also the same man who’d struck off to America not knowing anything except that he needed to succeed.

Lucian watched her as her eyes scanned the crowd. Ronni had the type of personality that any man would want to be around, and he couldn’t quite understand why Darius would have called her a stubborn little thing. She didn’t seem stubborn, and the way that dress hugged all of her ample curves, she wasn’t little. Of course, Lucian hadn’t told her he was one half of the company that was trying to buy hers. He still didn’t know what compelled him to bid one thousand dollars on a tour of her company, but he felt justified after seeing the smile that lit up her beautiful face like a night sky.

Awestruck by her smile, Lucian felt himself actually smile back. Damn, it hurt to exercise those muscles. To cover his obvious discomfort with the act of smiling, Lucian reached up to rub his chin, feeling the stubble peppering his face. He greatly needed to shave, and get some sleep, but he wasn’t ready to make the drive back home yet.

As he watched his prey tiptoe toward him, he looked down at her shoes. Although he never did understand why women subjected themselves to that form of torture, he had to admit Ronni’s calves looked damn delicious when she walked in those black stilettos, although they were still ridiculous.

Ronni looked almost relieved when she finally stood in front of him. Before she could utter a word, Lucian picked her up and carried her newlywed-style to the fountain he’d spied hidden behind the hedges of the massive lawn. He felt something swell inside of him as she clung to him, not protesting the fact that he’d just picked her up like a ravaging barbarian. Holding Ronni in his arms at that moment just felt right, and he loathed putting her down when he reached the stone fountain. Despite his desire to keep holding her, Lucian settled Ronni down on the edge of the gurgling Greek fountain and knelt before her, plucking off her stilettos. Dipping his hand into the cool clear water of the fountain, Lucian scooped out some water and sprinkled it on her toes and began to massage her feet.
Purchase Link: Ronni's Romanian
Thank you for the great interview, Nevea! I wish you the best of success in the future. ^_^!!
Blak Rayne


  1. ahhhhhh the grear Lotion does it again...loved the insight!

  2. Great post Nevea! I love your stories and this was one of my favs.