Tell us about yourself.
Well, I’m forty seven years old and a single mother. My daughter is 25 and living with her girlfriend, and my son is 11 and living with me, although he sees his dad regularly and we both spend time with him and his new partner.
I live in South Wales, with said son and two black cats. No, I’m not a witch, although I am a committed pagan.
I am, of course, a writer, and also an artist. Neither of these pay well, and so I am a Family Law solicitor to make enough money for writing/art materials and… oh yes, to eat.
I have black and blue hair, a liking for black - clothes, candles, nails, eye makeup, lace, silk and just about anything else -, a fascination with death and more than a little darkness in my soul which tends to leak into my writing.
That’s about it for me, boring, I know.
Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?
I love people and listen to them all the time, everywhere… on the train, in the street; my family, my clients.
I often have very vivid dreams which also provide inspiration.
Once, I was walking to work, from the station, when I paused to look at a mannequin in a shop window. It sparked off a chain of thought that led to a complete story once I got to work… and it didn’t have a mannequin in it.
Snippets that I see on the news, a television programme, a story, someone’s life, can spark at thought that spins off into a whole story.
And of course, beautiful men. At the moment, my must is Andrej Peijic, but usually it’s Jonny Depp.
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?
I write many, many genres. I never set out to write ‘erotic literature’ it just often happens that what I write is very erotic. I write horror, sci-fi, fantasy, adventure, mystery, BDSM, all kinds, but they are pretty much all erotic in one way or another.
I am aiming at an audience of young gay people, who are woefully under-represented in the literary world as a whole and so I aim for erotic without being explicitly sex filled. Some of my stories have more explicit sex than others. Some are absolutely smoking hot and some, like The Unfairness of Life are less sexual and far more erotic.
For me, erotic means hot and steamy, with a breathtaking intensity but no explicit description of sexual acts.
As for wanting to write different genres… there’s none I’d like to write, particularly, because if I feel like it, I do.
Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?
Definitely not the title. I usually find myself scrabbling for that right at the end, although it does sometimes come to me earlier. My stories are very much character driven. Usually a scene will come to me, involving one, or two, characters and then the story builds itself around that. Quite often, I have no idea where the story is going to go when I start. Sometimes, I just have one scene in my head and I start to write and the character takes me where they want to take me.
What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?
Interesting question. The beginning is always the easiest. It’s when I have my strongest inspiration and we’re at the beginning of the road with all the possibilities opening up in front of me.
If I have a strong idea about where the story is going to end, then I find the middle the hardest. I don’t ‘bridges’ well. If I have two scenes, or two halves of a story, that need to be joined, I struggle.
If the story has been flowing well as we go along, then the end is the hardest because, especially if I am invested in the characters, I can go on and on, and knowing when to stop is the important question. I never run out of words.
Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?
Absolutely no competition. Silver from Enigma. I am totally and completely in love with him. My fans have given me paintings and drawings of him, I have had people asking if they can translate the book into their native language and I have never had so much feedback or so much affection for any other character. He absolutely lives for me.
Why? In the beginning of the book he is entirely lost. Left for dead at the side of the road he has fought his way back to physical health but is completely withdrawn from the world and living wholly inside his head.
As he comes out into the real world, his personality is childlike and inquisitive. He is completely open and honest. There is no conceit, no reserve, no deceit, no slyness. He doesn’t understand lies and unkindness and he represents what’s best in all of us.
As a result, he is used and abused, but he comes through it all, untarnished. Real Silver. I adore him.
Tell us about your newest release. Please list publisher/purchase link/book cover/blurb and excerpt. (see below)
Just for fun–
What is your favourite colour(s)?
Black and purple
Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?
Villain of course
What is your favourite movie? And why?
Practical Magic. Because I love the story, want to live in the house and am in lust with Nicole Kidman.
If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?
Anyone who’s close to Andrej Peijic – as long as they are young and beautiful of course.
Other than that… Me. I like being me. Despite all my imperfections, disabilities and burdens, I like who I am.
Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?
Becoming the gay JK Rowling. Oh, sorry… you mean in real life and not my dreams. Well, how can I say? Five years ago no one had ever read anything I’d written, and I never thought I would. Here I am. Five years from now… who knows? Somehow, I get the feeling I won’t have given up my day job. I guess my greatest hope is that I grow and improve as a writer. Erm no… actually my greatest hope is that I am rich and famous, but being a better writer sounds better doesn’t it?
The Unfairness of Life
Gabriel doesn’t believe in love. With a dark past and a history of disastrous relationships he has promised himself ‘no more’. Then Laurie bursts into his life and just won’t let go. When the past catches up, with terrifying and almost fatal consequences, will their love survive? Will they survive?
Behave myself? Bitch. How dare she treat me like a kid? I’m not a kid. How dare she make assumptions about me like that! I am what I am and most of that’s what they made me. If I didn’t need her, I’d get out of the bloody car right now. Actually, if I do get out of the car—if I stay here in the wilderness—I won’t need to learn how to control this.
But I can’t stay here forever. I do need her and so I can’t tell the bitch to fuck off, and it would be to my advantage, I think, not to tell her that I know how she feels.
Laurie’s getting frustrated with me, I can tell. Good. I’m sick, tired, abused, scared, hurting, and confused. I’m facing a future of running away from someone who wants to dissect me, with a head full of other people’s thoughts. On top of everything, I have to drive away the only person I’ve ever really loved. I think I’m allowed a bit of petulance.
“What?” I snap at him and he jumps, his eyes widening.
“You were looking at me as if I was a nasty smell under your nose. If you think I’m a childish, spoiled brat, then just say so.”
“Gabriel, I wasn’t… Well, alright I was… a bit, but…”
“But what? So I’m cranky. I reckon I have a right to be. If you don’t like it, then just get out of the damn car.”
I really hurt him. I really, really hurt him. I know I did. I can feel I did. I hate myself.
“Just shut up, Laurie. I have a headache.”
There’s a horrible atmosphere, but I don’t care. I don’t feel like conversation, and at least I can sit back with my forehead against the cool glass and close my eyes without having to talk to anyone. I can feel that they’re both pissed with me and it hurts my head. I wasn’t kidding about that either. It feels like there’s a band around my forehead that’s getting tighter and tighter.
“Can you stop being so angry with me, please?”
“You deserve it, Gabriel.”
“I know…” I’m surprised by how weak my voice sounds, how exhausted. It’s not until then that I realise how weak and exhausted I feel. It’s been a hell of a long couple of days and I don’t think that those drugs Elena gave me are agreeing with me at all. “… but it hurts.”
Laurie’s instantly concerned, all the anger disappearing. Elena’s less prepared to let it go but hey… half gone is good.
“Are you alright?”
Good question. “Actually… actually I don’t think I am.”
Thanks for stopping by, Nephylim. I wish you the greatest of success! ~ Blak Rayne