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Welcome to BRB, David, it's great to have you back! :) And, welcome, everyone. David is a Devine Destinies author of contemporary romance with a new novel to share. Anyway, let's get the interview started.
What genre do your currently write?
Literary erotica and speculative fiction.
And, is there a genre you'd like to write,
but haven't tried yet? Sci-fi, and/or an epistolary novel.
Many authors use a nom de plume, and they
may use one opposite to their own sex. My romances/literary erotica have a
mainly female readership, many of whom are romance/erotica writers. But I feel
it would be dishonest to hide under a female pseudonym. I do genuinely desire
to understand the feminine psyche. One or two readers have felt that it was
wrong of me to approach this area, rather more have approved of it.
Do you think an author's sex or sexual
orientation should dictate what genre they write? Definitely not. Any writer
should be true to his/her own creative impulse, whether or not this causes any
aesthetic hiccups. For instance, there now seem to be many women writers doing
M/M romances, and they are not necessarily Lesbian/
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 find it a struggle to
portray my characters as real, flawed human beings. Writer's block is frequent;
but during periods of blockage there are always mechanical routines (proofing etc)
which can sustain momentum.
What has been the single most successful
marketing tool you've used to date? I have not been very successful with
marketing; I approach all the romance review sites that I can.
What are you currently reading? A book of
poems called Beyond by Sarah Wardle, pub Bloodaxe Books.
How do you measure success? According to
intelligent, sympathetic reader response: look at the reviews of my novella
Self's Blossom in Good Reads. Definitely not in terms of money. Some people I
have got to know on the net manage to make money; good luck to them
Just for fun–
What is your favourite drink? I am torn
between non-alcoholic ginger beer and grapefruit juice.
Are you a cat or dog person? Definitely a
cat person; I like their inscrutable independence.
Love or lust? Honest, reciprocated lust. I do
value the loving virtues of kindness and loyalty, but have no illusions about
conjugal cohabitation.
If you could spend the day with any famous
author, who would it be? And, why? It would be Ben Okri, because of the power
of his imagination, and his fusion of the novel with poetry and mythology
If you could indulge free of any
consequences, what would be your ultimate sexual fantasy? A tryst with a lovely
celebrity - any of the Hollywoods - Audrey Hepburn, Lana Turner, Bollywood
Kareena Kapoor, Jennifer Lopez, Liz Hurley
Website Link:
www.davidrussell-author.blogspot.co.uk
An Ecstatic Rendezvous
Blurb:
In An Ecstatic Rendezvous, our nameless
male is described as a narcissist from the start with a perfect gym body to
match. He is so into himself that he dresses up in 50′s style swimwear and poses in front of a mirror. He even strips his
clothing off as he watches himself in the mirror. But eventually he tires of
the solo performance and searches for a woman on his level, and meets Sandra.
Our protagonist is serious about role
playing. Before meeting up with Sandra, he lets her in on his 50′s era fantasy and even coordinate outfits over the phone, right down
to the ironed linen underwear. When they do meet, they role play like it is a
real beach party scene from a 50′s movie, complete with a couple’s beauty contest.
Russell was not kidding when he said the
protagonist was a narcissist. I found humor in the lengths he makes to play out
his fantasy, both alone and with Sandra. Excellently written – this was very
much an ecstatic rendezvous, and a short story worth reading!
Excerpt:
Her aura, spiced by her exquisite scent, so
full and strong, was really driving me wild, my breath heating, my juices
simmering. The whole scenario was quite overwhelming. The moment for the grand
ceremony had come. I took her by the hand and lifted her to stand facing me.
“We’ll have a romantic undress,” I said.
“The prelude for our symphony,” she said.
“As an impassioned Mozartian—and I assume
you are, too—I just love well-orchestrated sonatas of love! I’ve been yearning
for someone with your finesse, dreaming about it for ages!”
I had chosen non-laced shoes to avoid any
possibility of fumbling, my jacket and socks were no trouble, and I placed all
the garments aside of the main action area to be. Then, Sandra skilfully
thumbed my buttons and peeled off my shirt and vest, feeling the muscles of my
torso and my arms as she did so. I stood before her, proud in my tight black
bikini briefs.
Her face lit up. “Oh, darling, you’ve got
such a wonderful physique, I’m so proud of my catch!”
“I’ll do the same for you, so for the next
stage of revelation, let me take your blouse off first.”
It was off-the-shoulder, flimsily, casually
and alluringly worn. The motion of my quivering thumbs echoed the firmness. The
three pearl buttons undid with ease to make a gracious parting. Then, my hands
went under its top, and eased it off to reveal her glorious firm sun-tanned
shoulders and her willowy back.
“Okay, part two. Now, I’ll undo your
skirt.” I peeled the zip along very slowly with my left, feeling her hips as I
did and edged it down, with my hands smoothing her bottom and then squeezing
her firm thighs. Sandra gave a knowing smile and a giggle.
“Is that nice?” This was the next delicious
stage of revelation, to see the full shape of her legs. I love elastic-topped stockings—so
much more alluring without suspenders. I touched their tops and felt her firm
flesh beneath them. Her thighs and calves had an absolute sensual iridescence.
“Now, off with them, darling. I want to see
your lovely legs as they really are.” The stockings looked so delicate, I
didn’t want to risk laddering them. Sandra had to do that with her faultless
firm but delicate hands. Supremely at ease with her aura, she lowered them with
tender, loving care. Now, with matching caresses, we felt each other’s thighs
and calves.
“It’s great that we’ve kept up our fitness
routines in anticipation of the big day,” she said. “You don’t drink beer
either, do you? I really appreciate that.”
Her silky white briefs gleamed with
promise— their own special luminosity—it felt a ballerina’s pirouetting, but
frozen motionless.
As the tactile sensations built up, my
breath was heavy with suspense, laden with the weight of long-repressed desire,
at last so blissfully released.
“Now, darling, remember all your favourite
scenes on film and video. You’re going to re-enact all your star idols’ peak
moments when you desperately ached to be there in the middle of the action.
Now, we’re going to be our own celebrities and super-directors, bringing all
those lovely visions beaming into real life. This scene is going to make the
perfect fusion of the boudoir and the beach. We’re going to enter the deep
embrace of the ocean of love. Our fantasy beach, our fantasy sea, is beckoning
us. Let’s put on our bathing costumes now. I’m a turn-on in briefs, and you are
in that gorgeous underwear, so let’s go on to the next pieces of costumery.”
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Publisher Link: http://www.devinedestinies.com
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