Tell us about yourself.
Hard question… I’m 30, married with a 16-year-old step-daughter and a 4-month old daughter, two cats, a house on a hill and a car that barely works. I’ve been writing since I was old enough to hold a pencil and spend the majority of my time either writing stories or playing video games.
Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?
It comes from everywhere. Lines in songs tend to trigger ideas. Everyday life also tends to slap me in the face with interesting plot twists and characters. If I’m stuck I like to go to the mall and sit in the food court. I’m convinced that people watching is a southern art form, and I seem to excel at it. It’s amazing the stories you can write based on the things people wear and the snippets of conversation you hear.
What made you chose to write contemporary and paranormal erotic romance in particular? And is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why?
It actually started as a dare. When I began writing seriously, I was writing fan fiction (I know, “fan fiction” and “seriously” don’t belong in the same sentence). A friend of mine introduced me to it, and I was convinced that I could do it better. I accepted the challenge, and that was when I discovered a talent for describing sex… About a year and a half ago I started writing what would become my first book, Marked, and after that first contract I never looked back.
As far as other genres, I write dark fantasy and horror under a version of my real name, S.H. Roddey. I’ve always been a huge horror fan, and growing up reading Stephen King and Clive Barker is actually what inspired me to become a writer in the first place.
Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?
It depends on the story, the situation, and what mood I’m in. When I’m angry the plot comes first and usually centers around revenge. I tend to dream vividly, and often those dreams end up as plots – in which case it’s like watching a movie and I get plot, character, and setting all at once. It’s never the titles though…I suck at titles.
What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?
The middle. The first third of the book is always the easiest because it’s fresh and exciting and the characters are doing interesting things. By the middle I’m convinced that it sucks, the characters are stubborn, the plot seems stupid, and it doesn’t help that I have the attention span of a gnat. If I can make it through the mid-book slump, the ending is a breeze.
Has your own life influenced your novels? And if so, how?
My horror writing, yes. My romance writing, not so much. I’m not overly dramatic and was never really a big fan of romance until recently, and (big reveal!!!) I’ve only ever had one partner – my husband so I don’t have a lot of personal experience to go on.
In horror, I can vent my frustrations and even find ways to give myself second chances. I actually just picked up a contract on a story called Devil’s Daughter. It was written in direct response to my father’s death a month ago. Being able to give Lydia the chance to save her father’s life gave me at least a modicum of peace.
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?
I kick and scream and whine and throw things. Writing the sex is always the hardest part. There are just too many limbs to keep up with and I tend to get stuck in pronoun hell. If I get really stuck on a particular scene, I tell my husband to find relevant porn. He laughs at me because I have a bad habit of sitting down with a notebook and taking notes on what goes where and in what order… I think he gets frustrated because I’m too busy being scientific about it to invite him in.
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?
Again, it depends on the situation. When I wrote She-Wolf, I fully intended it to be wide open and out there. Mira is a strong woman and fully capable of taking what she wants. Both of those characters have alpha personalities, so there really wasn’t much in the way of discussion. I have other stories (yet to be published) where it’s less crass but still equally as sensual. However it happens it has to fit with the plot and feel of the story. I don’t believe of sex for the sake of sex in writing because I hate reading things like that… if there isn’t a reason for it, then I won’t put it in there.
No pun intended…
Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?
Hard question… I’m not sure I could pick a favorite, so I’m going to have to say Mira and Rune from She-Wolf. They seem the most real to me. As I said before, they’re both strong, demanding characters and they’ve had the clearest voices in my head so far. They sat down and told me exactly what they wanted, and I was able to write the entire story in just under a week.
Just for fun–
What is your favourite colour?
Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?
Both. Preferably in a fight to the death.
What is your favourite movie? And why?
The Lost Boys. It’s cheesy and fun and filled with real vampires that eat people and Kiefer Sutherland has NEVER looked better.
If you could be anyone in the world who would it be? And why?
Me. I love who I am and where I am, and I wouldn’t change me for the world. I might make a version of me that’s about 60 pounds lighter for the sake of my health, but for the most part I wouldn’t change a thing.
Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?
The dreamer in me sees me with multiple NYT bestsellers, movie deals, awards and more money than I can shake a stick at… but realistically I see myself continuing to have fun writing. I’m honestly not concerned with making loads of money or gaining notoriety… I just want to write my stories and know that the people reading them continue to enjoy them.
Damaged divorcee Evangeline Wilson agreed to join her friends on a singles cruise to celebrate their new-found wealth. But she isn't exactly thrilled about the idea of stepping back into the dating world after her very recent and very bitter separation from her abusive ex-husband.
While struggling to fight her own inner demons, Eva finds herself in the company of a gorgeous stranger named Alejandro. He immediately turns on the charm and she falls hard... But he isn't quite honest with her about his real identity. Alejandro is the Captain of the Spirit of the Deep, and though he seems determined to focus all of his attention on Eva, she quickly begins to question whether he's capable of juggling such an important job, a major crisis, subversive crew members, and her delicate emotions all at one time.
“Sometimes it's good to talk to a stranger.”
“We’re hardly strangers at this point,” she snorted.
“True.” He smirked. “But there's still much between us that has yet to be uncovered.” Her insides jumped up and down at the innuendo. She’d do her damnedest to uncover him if he’d let her.
“The uncovering is the best part,” she replied with a coy smile.
“I always thought playing with the presents after the uncovering was the best part.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. She so wanted to explore that.
“Touché.” Their eyes met and something dark burned between them. Whatever this thing was, it was tangible – she could almost taste the waves of desire rolling off of him. Once again, her vision fell to his lips, her breath catching in her throat when his tongue darted out to moisten them. He drew closer, his arm tightening around her.
“We should go,” he whispered., his breath skittering across her cheek, causing her to shiver again.
“Yes,” she hissed. He could take her anywhere and she'd willingly go as long as he continued looking at her like that.
“Too many prying eyes.” He nodded toward the girl at the counter who was watching them with avid interest.
“Let her watch.”
Alejandro chuckled. “Tempting.” He pulled Eva to her feet. “Come on.” Taking her hand, he towed her out of the café and toward the stairs. The halls were deserted, the wall sconces dimmed to reflect the very late hour.
“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly, struggling to keep up with his long strides. She was almost as tall as him, but his legs were longer and he seemed much more determined. On the landing, he turned on her.
“Here is good enough,” he said, his voice little more than a growl, bringing one hand up to cradle her cheek. “I need some place where I can kiss you properly without the world’s great interest in my technique.” He backed her against the wall, pressing a knee between her thighs as the full length of his body rested against hers. His mouth came down on hers hard and hungry. Alejandro thrust his tongue between her lips with an impatient growl and she gave a small yelp of surprise. Her heart slammed against her chest as she twined her tongue with his. Eva ran her palms over his chest, reveling in the feel of hard muscle beneath smooth skin then tangled her fingers in his hair to pull him closer. His hips rocked against her, pressing the hard length of his erection into her belly, and for that short, brainless moment, she was certain she'd go up in flames. Eva groaned when his fingers found the hem of her shirt and slipped beneath, warm and teasing.
He broke the kiss, breathless, and had she not been gasping for air, she would've screamed. “Not here,” he hissed, leaning his forehead against hers before dipping low and delivering a series of tiny, chaste kisses to her lips.
Publisher Link: http://www.rebelinkpress.com
Thanks for stopping by, Siobhan! It was great to have you. I wish you the very best for the future!
~ Blak Rayne