What genre do your currently write? And, is there a genre you'd like to write, but haven't tried yet?
Right now I’m writing a lot of supernatural erotica and erotic romance, but I also really enjoy writing suspense, thrillers and horror. All of the books I have available right now are supernatural erotic romance or erotica, and while some of them dabble with the dark side they are all pretty much happily ever after stories.
Many authors use a nom de plume, and they may use one opposite to their own sex. Do you think an author's sex or sexual orientation should dictate what genre they write?
Absolutely not. I think every writer needs to write whatever story or whatever characters summon them, which is how it works for me! I can definitely understand why a writer would choose a penname for this reason, though, and respect that. My penname is my real name with a slight alteration; I homeschool and write professionally for my day job, so I just wanted a delineation there between those worlds.
Some authors have issues with character development, writer's block, plot summary etc. What is the biggest challenge you face when writing? How do you overcome the problem?
My biggest challenge is really time—I procrastinate so badly because I have so many other things that need my attention, and writing is one of my “fun” activities, which means it doesn’t get first place—or even fifth place—in the ranks of my attention. I think a lot of writers have that issue, though. Another problem that I have that many authors don’t is creating lengthy works. A lot of readers prefer long books, but after years as an editor and copywriter I have trouble getting out of my own head. My instinct is to chop things down to the need-to-know details, and that’s just not what fiction is about! Before I worked in these fields, I had absolutely no problem writing for days on end building long, intricate tales. Of course, that was also before I had a family to care for, too!
What has been the single most successful marketing tool you've used to date?
Romance website ads and chat days seem to work best for me. I think my sales usually spike up after I use one of these. I do social networking and keep a blog, but I’m not sure if they’ve really helped that much.
What are you currently reading?
I just finished all of the Dresden Files books and am dying to read more! I can’t wait for Jim Butcher to write the next book. In terms of erotic romance, I just finished the first Big Girls Do It Better by Jacinda Wilder and Tough Love by Kira Stone. Both were really good—the first a lighter, fun read and the second was one of those books that just grab you—harrowing but so sexy and emotionally satisfying.
How do you measure success?
In terms of my fiction, anytime someone enjoys what I write, it’s as success in my book. I read my stories out loud to my husband and he certainly enjoys them, so that’s an automatic win!
Just for fun–
What is your favourite drink?
Anything fruity—cherry limeades, fruity teas, whatever. I like to visit our neighborhood sno-cone shop whenever I have the chance.
Are you a cat or dog person?
Cats, all the way. I do love dogs too, actually, but if I had to choose it would be cats. We have four, after all!
Love or lust?
Love, love love—unless I’m reading a bit before my husband gets home from work to get in the mood. Then it’s lust. ;)
If you could spend the day with any famous author, who would it be? And, why?
It would have to be Jim Butcher right now, because I am dying to know what happens to Harry Dresden! I think of any author, though, I’d love to spend the day with Neil Gaiman just because I think it would be fun. Maybe we’d take a look at his bees. Or I would pick Joyce Carol Oates’s brain, if she’d let me.
If you could indulge free of any consequences, what would be your ultimate sexual fantasy?
I’d clone my husband so I could have a guiltless four-way. I could name some celebrities I’d include with him, but that would still make me feel guilty!
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Hard As a Rock
Canna, an impish, flirty faery, loves to service just about any client who enters The Pleasure Club, a futuristic sex club. But although the clientele is satisfied, Canna aches for the impossible. A sexy, larger-than-life gargoyle statue that happens to be a simple a décor item.
Basalt has spent centuries wanting Canna all to himself. Though his nightly visits train her to be his perfect lover, will she still want him when she finds out what he does during the day?
Her obsidian god stared back at her.
She shrank back down to human size and sighed.
The creature wasn’t real, of course. In fact, its purpose was mainly aesthetic. Few people climbed onto the fierce gargoyle guarding the doorway into the rest of the club. Canna certainly didn’t mind; it made him all the more her property.
Seven feet of black volcanic rock loomed over patrons’ heads. His mouth pulled back in a menacing growl, only partly open. Long black hair draped down his back as shiny and lifelike as any centaur’s. His half-extended wings nearly touched the floor. They flanked a trunk bulging with muscle and strength, scarred with streaks that must have been from being moved around over the years. Had he been a real gargoyle, the sculpture would undoubtedly lead his pride as an alpha.
His cock stood out and slightly upward from his body, shining with a black gleam. Longer than her arm, it had taken some getting used to even in her fairy form. Why bother magically stretching to accommodate such girth when the fill of it was so delicious, anyway?
She called him Goliath, like the giant brought down by a rock as solid as he was. As with every statue and machine in the Pleasure Club, he was warm and life-like to the touch. In previous centuries, his stature would crack beneath such use. Current standards for precious stones dictated chemical treatment for lasting durability.
That durability guaranteed her play toy a life nearly as endless as her own.
He often cooled in the daytime hours, however, which Canna attributed to lack of power. Some exhibits simply warranted less electricity due to their infrequent use. His volcanic glass could also be to blame. Had he been real, his stone body would cool during the day as well.
“My rock-hard giant,” she murmured, running her glittery green fingernails up his enormous bicep. Curling herself into his form playfully, she marveled at how their bodies practically glowed against one another. Her bare, sea foam skin and emerald hair sharply contrasted against his iron-like sheen.
Twirling back out to face him, her grass-green eyes sparkled up at his stone irises. His eyes bore back into hers, their inky depths casting dual black holes for her to fall into. The pupils had been etched quite realistically, with swirls of varying shades of ebony. Not for the first time, she sensed wild life within them.
For a second, he felt really alive, really there to take her and mark her as his Mate, forever. Hand still on his arm, she fluttered up toward his mouth, eyes never leaving his, as if pulled by his magnetic ore. Her lips grazed his open mouth, tongue sliding over his teeth and body quivering.
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Thanks for doing the interview, Sara! All the best! Blak Rayne