Welcome to BRB, sweeties! Today's post is a little different from the normal FFAF posts, because I have a guest; a wonderful lady with heaps of writing talent from England. Thank you for stopping by, Yazmin. So, let's get started! Tell us about yourself.
I am a busy wife and mother. By day I sit at my job, all respectable and prim but by night I am imagining feisty heroines and sexy alpha males.
I am a British author who grew up with a love of reading. Books created other places, times and worlds to visit. It was the desire to try to write that saw me pen her first short story as a teenager. But then everyday life got in the way and it was only recently that I began scribbling again. Encouraged, or rather dragged screaming and kicking by my critique group UCW I decided to ‘have a go’.
My teenage dream is finally coming true.
Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?
People inspire me all the time. I belong to a Critique Group called UCW who blog as The Nuthouse Scribblers. Each woman is fantastic in different ways. Their hard work and dedication inspires me. There is inspiration all around but I usually have to be in the right mood to see past the image in front to the potential it could be.
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?
As a teenager I loved romance books, then moved on to other genres. A while ago I started to read Paranormal stories which had erotic elements. I graduated onto other types of erotica. I think it is the getting over problems and the underlying passion between two people that erupts, that I enjoy writing about. We all deserve passion and excitement so that is what I try to put into what I write.
I do want to explore other genres as I develop my writing skills, after all I am still somewhat a newbie!
Which appears first when contemplating a new project: a character, the plot or the title?
It differs for me. Sometimes it is a title, but often a character that slowly emerges until I feel I have enough to begin writing with.
What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: beginning, middle or end? Why?
That is a hard question. It varies for me. Usually the beginning is hard. It only feels right once I have the plot sketched in my mind. Then the start has to set the right tone which can be hard especially if I am not sure what tone I am aiming for.
Has your own life influenced your novels? If so, how?
I suppose so. My heroines learn about themselves in some way in the story. I think this reflects my life currently. I am learning to be creative through words.
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?
Yes, they are hard. For me I have to know why the sex is happening at that point then try to develop the scene in that light. My inspirations come from reading, movies and sensual images.
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 don't have a formula, at the moment it is open and bold. It depends on the feel and tone of what I am writing.
Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And, why?
That is usually the one I am writing because I am learning about them as I go. I do love all my characters. But Millie in Wildfire my first release, will always be a favourite because she is my first. I love her learning about her witch heritage and learning about her past which affects her future.
Tell us about your newest release.
My very first release is called Wildfire and is released through Breathless Press.
It is the story of Millie St Clair who has an encounter with a stranger. The next morning it all appears to be a dream until he turns up and whilst feeling threatened she discovers a hidden ability. Millie runs to her grandma's home where she learns about her heritage and the reason why the stranger, Braden wants her.
I will stop there and let the readers discover the rest.
Just for fun–
What is your favourite colour?
Which do you prefer a great hero or a great villain?
What is your favourite movie? And, why?
The Sound of Music
If you could be anyone in the world who would it be?
Where do you see your writing career in the next five to ten years?
Having a series of best sellers that have made me filthy rich! LOL I want to be learning, loving writing and loving life.
Website Link: YazminSubha.com
Braden has searched all his life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her mother for her blood as well, didn’t he? But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be the only thing that unites them?
She was slight, her curves meshing against him as though they belonged next to him. She continued to wriggle her lower half trying to get out of his arms. Only the friction awoke the fierce passion residing underneath his skin, and his cock hardened.
"Be still my wild fire, it will be easier." Braden spoke in a low tone directly into her ear. He caught the smell of her hair and could not resist burying his face in the mass of red curls. He groaned with need. Need for blood and need for her.
His voice soothed her anxiety and he felt her stop trying to get out of his arms. Her heart beat slowed down, eventually matching his own. Synchronized again, Braden kissed the back of her head. Enjoying the feel of her silky hair in his face, he bathed in her curls. Moving the curls away from her neck, he bent down, opened his mouth, and sucked the skin on her neck. She tasted of nectar, his very own personal brand. His head screamed to bite, to taste that rich blood he had sipped last night in the car wash. But the man in him wanted her to be willing, to take her as she reached the height of orgasm as she had nearly done so in the car wash. This time he would be inside her, not just pleasuring her with his hands.
His mind came back to the present as he felt little shakes coming from her, and he realized she was crying.
Her little voice wobbled and she gave a sob, "don't hurt me, please."