Welcome, sweeties! Pull up a chair, grab that coffee and maybe a doughnut, and get ready to enjoy today's interview. It's great to have you here, Carrie! Tell
us about yourself!
I've always been fascinated with the
paranormal. Of course, when you grow up next door to a cemetery, the dead (and
the undead) are hard to ignore. I love telling erotic tales of ghosts,
monsters, angels…anything paranormal!
Where
and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?
A lot of my inspiration comes from my own
life. I like to exaggerate and elaborate on my own experiences.
What
made you chose to write paranormal romantic literature in particular? And, is there any
other genre you’d like to write? And, if so, why?
I can't really pinpoint an exact moment I
decided to write erotic stories. They just came out that way! I’m interested in
writing Thrillers some day.
Which
appears first when contemplating a new project: a character, the plot or the
title?
Definitely not the title! That always comes
toward the end for me. I usually start with the characters. Once I have them
figured out, they tell me the story.
What’s
the hardest part of a novel for you to write: beginning, middle or end? Why?
Probably the middle. I usually blow through
the beginning like my life depends on it. Somewhere around the middle, though,
I tend to get bogged down at times. But, once I work through the issues, I fly
through to the end.
Has
your own life influenced your novels? If so, how?
Yes, I put quite a bit of my own
experiences into my novels.
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 sex scenes usually come easily. By the
time I get to one of those scenes, I’m so deep in the characters, I just follow
their lead.
Do
you use a certain formula to write the sensual parts? Do you prefer the sex to
be open and bold? Or left to the imagination?
I generally write open and bold scenes. I
like to leave some to the imagination, but I do write quite descriptively.
Who
is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And, why?
My favorite character is Jules from
Reawakened. She goes from having a "normal" life to becoming the
queen of the paranormal world. She has quite an adventure!
Tell
us about your newest release.
Jules Hume lives in a world where magic is
a myth and supernatural creatures are fiction. Or so she thinks. Her boyfriend
Ian would have to disagree. When Jules discovers the man of her dreams is not
only a vampire, but a vampire king who’s tasked with saving the world from a
demon attack, life as she knows it ends. Can she accept her fate and take her
place by Ian's side as ruler of the paranormal world? Or will she close her
mind and her heart to the chance at love and adventure?
Just
for fun–
What
is your favourite colour? Green
Which
do you prefer a great hero or a great villain? Hero
What
is your favourite movie? Why? My favorite movie is
Grease. I've just always loved it. I can't really think of a specific reason
why.
If
you could be anyone in the world who would it be? Why? I'm happy being me.
Where
do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years? I hope to have many more books published. I wouldn't complain too
much if a few of them were best sellers. ;)
Website Link:
http://carrie-pulkinen.blogspot.com
Reawakened
Blurb:
Her magic has been reawakened. But will her
heart let her follow her destiny?
Jules Hume lives in a world where magic is
a myth and supernatural creatures are fiction. Or so she thinks. Her boyfriend
Ian would have to disagree. When Jules discovers the man of her dreams is not
only a vampire, but a vampire king who’s tasked with saving the world from a
demon attack, life as she knows it ends. Can she accept her fate and take her
place by Ian's side as ruler of the paranormal world? Or will she close her
mind and her heart to the chance at love and adventure?
Excerpt:
This is the night, I thought. After what
just happened, he had to tell me everything. I braced myself, and walked into the
bedroom.
My clothes were gone. Ian must've put them
in the dryer already. On the bed lay a soft, midnight blue robe. The bedroom
door was closed, and I could hear the shower running down the hall. I figured
it would be a while before Ian came back, so I left the towel in the bathroom
and walked naked across the room to get the robe. Distracted as I was with
everything that had happened, I wasn't paying attention to where I stepped, and
I tripped on the rug, falling face-first on the ground. I let out a little
squeal as I went down. I didn't think I was loud, but Ian was in the room in
seconds.
"Are you okay, my Jewel? I heard you
scream." He took me by the hand and lifted me to my feet.
"I'm fine." Heat flushed my
cheeks. "And I didn't scream. I just squealed a little bit when I fell.
You didn't have to stop your shower to come rescue me again."
It was then that I realized I was naked.
And my eyes had been locked with his since he came through the door, so I was
just beginning to realize that he was naked too. And he was wet. His muscles
flowed down his body like a perfectly carved statue, firm and hard. My eyes
took in his form. From his eyes, down to his chest. His muscular arms had me
longing for his embrace. His perfect six-pack abs had my hands twitching with
the need to touch. Down my eyes went to his…oh my! He was definitely excited. I
forced my gaze back up to his eyes, and the expression I found there was one of
pure need…of lust…and love. His eyes went down my body and back up to return my
gaze. He licked is lips.
That did it for me. I couldn't waste the
opportunity, so I threw myself into his arms, and we kissed passionately. Our
tongues explored each other mouths, necks, shoulders. He embraced me, pulling
our bodies together, the cool wetness of his skin sending chills down my spine.
As the energy pulsed between us, I felt him…long and hard pressed against my
stomach. I took him in my hand and stroked. He sucked in a sharp breath, closed
his eyes, and leaned his head back, moaning in pleasure. I pressed my lips to
his neck and kissed him, tasted him, as my hand stroked him to the rhythm of
our pulsing energy. He pulled my leg up over his hip and pressed himself
against me.
Dear God! My heart raced. My hands
trembled. His mouth found mine again as his hand twisted in my hair. The energy
pulsed harder, faster, until my head spun, and I had to pull away to catch my
breath.
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Thanks again, for the doing the interview, Carrie! All the best for the future! ~ Blak Rayne
Thank so much for having me! :)
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