What genre do your currently write? And, is there a genre you'd like to write, but haven't tried yet?
My work to date is erotica and my novel Boarding is more erotic romance. I'm writing a western romance short story and plan to have that finished early December.
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?
An author should write the genre that is most captivating. I started writing stories from a woman's point of view because it really made me focus in the head of someone of the opposite sex. We write from what fills our hearts and minds.
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?
I hope authors carefully consider this question. Without a doubt, my challenge is trying to make too many disparate elements work together. That's how I see the world. All kinds of moving parts tangled together. I appreciate the simplicity of many novels that keep the plot focused and yet the characters rich in their reactions.
What has been the single most successful marketing tool you've used to date?
Hmm … guest posts.
What are you currently reading?
From This Moment On by Bella Andre
How do you measure success?
Sales, smooth sailing when writing, and on-going relationships made with readers (small or large in number) who enjoy the work.
Just for fun–
What is your favourite drink? Merlot.
Are you a cat or dog person? Dog.
Love or lust? Oh, dear. Lust.
If you could spend the day with any famous author, who would it be? And, why?
Mark Twain. I like to travel at least regionally and I enjoy chatting and interviewing other people. He was a journalist-entrepreneur-author and I'm really the same.
If you could indulge free of any consequences, what would be your ultimate sexual fantasy?
How touching–pun intended. It would definitely be a group indulgence in a beautiful setting like the mountains with a lake nearby and a chateau with lovely weather where people don't mind being naked, kissing, or touching in return.
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Forced to choose between the love of her life and the chance of a lifetime, Jessie Carter discovers true friends are life's greatest pleasure.
Callan had the physique of a tennis player with cute dimples and looked slightly younger than Torrey. Too bad the impromptu meeting was ending. Watching the men chat for the rest of the afternoon would have been delightfully arousing.
Torrey thrust his hands from inside the coat sleeves and shuffled the sketches, gathered them in a pile, and handed them to Jessie. "Need a ride?"
"Um—" The offer caught her completely off guard.
"Where you living?"
She laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm in town staying at the Allendale."
Torrey hooked his thumb to his right. "This is Callan." He reached in his pocket, grabbed a ring of keys and tossed them to his assistant. "Give her a ride."
Torrey turned to Callan. "Thanks for your help." He ruffled Callan’s hair and kissed him on the cheek. "Next time I say latte, I mean latte." Torrey hurried to the door.
"I know what you mean," said Callan straightening the folders on his desk, "and I know what you need."
Torrey rolled his eyes and huffed, "Can't decide if I should thank you or spank you."
The comment incited a swirl of arousal within Jessie. What a pleasant sight that would be.
He opened the door, took one step out, and turned back to Jessie with a nod and a smile. "Nice concepts, by the way."
He disappeared and with a soft click, the door closed.
Jessie absent-mindedly thumbed through the sketches. The supply of adrenaline that had pumped furiously through her arms and legs was drained like an Olympic sprinter finishing fourth, one step away from a medal and no reward for grueling training done in obscurity. Stuffing things back in her handbag was a slow process. The consolation after the intense struggle was the two-second compliment she received, an achievement considering the source.
Unfortunately, she should have snapped a picture of the meeting to show her friends. "And here's Veve's representative – and there's me." Silly. Although it would have been evidence to show the doubting Raymond that she had been taken seriously as a designer, even if only for a brief part of the afternoon.
"Okay, all ready?" Callan radiated cheeriness. His arms were slightly thicker than she had noticed. He wiped his hand across his forehead, brushing aside brownish-blond hair and revealing deep, blue eyes. She was in good hands. Ones with taut, muscular arms.
"Yes, thank you." Her sketches were safely inside her handbag and she slung it over her shoulder.
"Oh, hey, a bottle of water?" Behind Torrey's desk was a squat refrigerator less than three feet high.
Well, how about that. "Uh, sure," she said.
Callan opened the miniature brown door, grabbed a bottle, and handed it to Jessie who opened it, took a sip, sealed it back, and dropped it in her handbag. She followed him across the room and like a gentleman he held the door open for her and turned off the lights, leaving the office shrouded in darkness. Disappointment settled in Jessie, like a baseball player getting a call to the Big Leagues and then finding out it was a mistake. Yet it was a visit to remember and cherish, just like the kiss she had witnessed.
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Thanks for stopping by, DD. It was great to have you at BRB today. ~ Blak Rayne