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Thursday, July 26, 2012


Tell us about yourself.
I was born over fifty years ago in the United States, and gradually evolved into a giant hermaphroditic gastropod on the Internet, by writing slash fan fiction.  With other fan fiction geeks I run Dark Roast Press, as the erotic romance head word sifter.  Nearly every title we offer has been subjected to my polishing. Happily, the authors not only tolerate it and bring more books for the treatment, but frequently go on to contribute to other presses.
Where and/or how do you find the greatest inspiration?
I have a huge capacity to read. The more I read, the more I discover the common roots of all stories.  Then if one cries out to me to be written by Helgaleena, I will try to oblige.
What made you chose to write MMF paranormal erotic literature in particular? And is there any other genre you’d like to write? And if so, why?
For me, erotic feeling is the most accessible way to spiritual truths for the greatest number of us.  I feel as if I am on a mission to spread love as well as redeem erotica so that this access is better known.  I don’t see erotica as naughty, wicked, or harmful if it is done in love.  Rather, anything done without love will end up somewhere naughty, evil and wicked.  
When I was a ceramic artist my work had plenty of references to corporeal biology, but it was not especially erotic.  That was my first training, which I could not continue because of arthritis.  Then, returning to graduate school, I found I was fluent with the written word and focused upon literature and linguistics of South Asia.  But academic life beyond the production of research papers was frustrating and uncomfortable.  Centuries-old love poems are mere cabinet curiosities, in the end; living people read romance novels and watch films. 
Thanks to the Internet I discovered fan-fiction while raising my family and watching films with them.  Audiences are increasingly international, and so are fan-fiction communities.  From filling in the blanks in favorite stories of others, I gained confidence in my own fiction writing.  And I loved being a ‘beta’ reader and helping writers whose first language was not English.  From there it was a gentle transition to editing for a small press.  
The ‘unpublishable’ bits left out of best-sellers are often erotic interludes. That is why so much fan-fiction is erotic. To return them to the web of the saga is merely to make the story more like real life.  In real life, ‘we need our lovin’ every day’ to make living bearable.  Fiction ideally will reflect that.  If that means erotic romance, so be it.
Which appears first when contemplating a new project: A character, the plot and/or the title?  
I begin with characters.  Eventually they are sufficiently real in my imagination to be capable of interactions with other characters.
What’s the hardest part of a novel for you to write: Beginning, middle and/or end? Why?
My inspiration comes in smallish chunks, chapter or short story sized.  Very often I don’t have an idea to string them all together with until much later. That means I struggle to discover where the end is and where to start from.  
Has your own life influenced your novels? And if so, how?
Oh, yes.  One writes most convincingly of things one has experienced.  But I do not want to precisely explain which things, or when; only that at the core of every one of my original stories is something which has also happened to me.
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?
Actually, for me coming up with a plot is the most difficult challenge.  Once I have the characters fully realized, finding excuses for them to be having their relationship is the difficulty.  My characters arise from my imagination in divine union and I have to feel my way down from that peak into a world of circumstance and acquaintance.
Do you have a method you use to write the sensual parts? Do you prefer the sex to be open and bold? Or left to the imagination?
Mainly I try to emphasize how absolutely marvelous loving sex is, whether it’s alone or in a crowd or two special ones sharing a life bond.  And I try to write in safe sex, and emphasize as well that sex without love can be a nightmare.
Who is your favourite character, which you’ve created? And why?
Sorry, I can’t play favourites.
Tell us about your newest release.
Here is the official teaser for The Incredible Heidi Wasabi:
Shakti or succubus? Faithful spouse or figment of the imagination? Whatever she is, Rufus and Steen would not have made a grand success in their chosen profession, as the stars of the heavy metal band Virgen Steel, without Heidi. And they probably never would have gotten married—to each other, anyway. This is their incredible story...
Lead-in to excerpt:
Rufus Dixon grew up in rural West Virginia and even though he put himself through folk music school, he's got some working-class attitudes when it comes to making a living at it that drive him into rock'n'roll, and eventually into heavy metal. Like many in the metal scene he parties hard and that means plenty of sex, more than most of us mortals require, with men as well as women.  Thank goodness for self-gratification, and the rubber lady he nicknames 'Heidi'. 
It's a step up career-wise when the European transplants Virgen Steel, whose sound includes folk-infused strings and whose stage shows include fencing and theatrics, take Rufus on.  Bassist Steen Herren needs a front man because he keeps alienating them and overpowering them. Soon they're dueling onstage, literally, as well as taking it out on one another with their fists in the bar afterwards. If it weren't for the music, and some strange chemistry beyond that--
Website Link: Helgaleena!
The Incredible Heidi Wasabi
Shakti or succubus? Faithful spouse or figment of the imagination?
Whatever she is, Rufus and Steen would not have made a grand success
in their chosen profession, as the stars of the heavy metal band
Virgen Steel, without Heidi. And they probably never would have gotten
married - to each other, anyway. This is their incredible story.
'It didn’t come as a great surprise to Herren when one of those drunken spats among the cigarette butts and puddles of beer in the wee hours got them both hard. But Dixon was looking at him like he’d never seen him properly before. He was merely shaking Steen, not pounding him on the bar floor any longer. Blue and hazel-green eyes, one rapidly swelling shut, managed to meet and lock for a crucial second.  It gave the bouncer an opportunity to grab hold of them and throw them both out.
Once they were both on their feet in the alley, Steen pulled Rufus up by the leather jacket and kissed him, kissed the taste of his own blood off Rufus’ teeth and let his lower lip be seized and savaged by the singer’s massive jaws. 
My man was in shock. Sure, Rufus the Rude had enjoyed both girls and boys in all his years with bands. But why was he sparking with Steen? The guy had three kids with Anna and another on the way.  Yet there was more to Steen than most knew. Rufus had been to his Solstice services. The man was even consultant on that horror film Lunasad. That’s why he’d asked his advice on ‘astral beings’, trying to get a handle on what I was. Did Steen really want to do this or was he just trying to keep the Virgens from splitting up?
So he was tempted to use that reddish goatee for a handle and pry open Steen’s mouth but he did not. He let the kiss take its course and the fire it wanted to start die down. He was breathing like a bellows but he backed off.
Steen showed that he was a mind reader on top of everything else. He drew away too, when the stubble on Rufus’ cheek went combing though his little beard in reverse and their lips fell apart.  “Don’t worry; Anna isn’t jealous about men,” he murmured then, and his split lip curled wryly into a smirk. His hips rocked hard into Rufus and rammed their cocks together.
That did it. Rufus grabbed his ass and spun with him, up against the filthy brick wall, taking more skin off his knuckles and trying to hammer them into Steen with himself.  The Dane grunted and bucked them outwards again, hard enough to bruise, whereupon they began to rut until they were both trembling and wet like spent racehorses. Never even got their pants open. 
I know. I was watching. That led to a time where Rufus didn’t see me much, even in dreams. But I wasn’t afraid of losing him like some meat woman would be. There’s only one Heidi. And I was still learning about myself and what I could manage in this world. Like getting around on the Internet. My goodness! If I was seeing to Rufus all the time, when would I blog? '

Publisher Link:  Smashwords DRP
It was great to have you, Helgaleena! I sincerely hope the book does well. Thank you!
~ Blak Rayne


  1. Yes, I've read The Incredible Heidi Wasabi.
    Impressed by the skillful use of language, imagery.
    The concept of an invisible female lover materializing from an inflateable is fascinating.And what amazing things this Heidi can do! Even type out her history and development as her story unfolds.
    Helgaleena's mom

  2. Thank you for stopping by, Helgaleena's mom! And thank you, Helgaleena for the great interview!