For those that are wondering about the picture of the cover for "Where I Wanna Be", there is a snippet of this story that you can get a sneak peek of at the end of this interview.
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself? Well, I’m Vera or V. or Mistress V. as some readers call me. I live in Los Angeles, married to my wonderful hubby, Maks. We have a tabby, Sushi.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time? I love to read and watch movies and TV. I’m a huge Breaking Bad and Game of Thrones fan.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story? I usually try to map it out like what chapter I want to write that day. Unlike a lot of authors who write in specific order, I usually write whatever comes to me. I’m known to write a middle chapter before I finish the beginning or the ending because I know no matter what happens, that middle part won’t change.
4. Where do you get your ideas from? Anywhere and everywhere. Songs, TV, real-life, movies and my imagination.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why? To Love and Obey. It was a different take on BDSM. Too many people see BDSM as nothing but floggers and spankings but not many see the service and submission side of it. The respect and love between a Dom and His submissive. The discipline and respect.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about? Maury, the talk show, is a guilty pleasure. Yes, I know it’s fake but it’s very entertaining.
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination? Just about all of them have some real-life elements in them. You know that saying…real-life is stranger than fiction? Yeah, some of the stories are from my past and from people I know, the moment it pops in my head, I immediately think, ‘This is going into a book!’
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name? I usually don’t have a muse unless I specifically writing about a character, usually the hero, and I need a visual.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing? Paranormal. I have a paranormal fic I started on my fanfiction days that I would love to complete and publish. It’s called The Family.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now? George R.R. Martin, Terry Pratchett, and John Grisham.
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why? My favorite female character is Tiana Morris-D’Amato from The Nanny. I love her because you have a sista who is on top of the world yet she still deals with insecurities and makes foolish decisions like the rest of us. Here is a woman who is internationally-known, a multi-millionaire in her own right, projected to be a billionaire by the time she’s 40, and she still seeks her parents’ approval. She still is unsure about her body. She still makes some very questionable decisions about her personal life. Some readers complained that she was stupid. If anything, I thought her flaws made her human. If she was perfect in her professional life and perfect in her personal life, do you know what you have? A boring-ass heroine and a boring-ass book, LOL!
My favorite male character would be Scott Reed from the S&M serial. You have a man, who by all accounts, was a good guy until he got really screwed over both professionally and personally. The 180 he did was quite phenomenal. Too many BDSM stories show the Dom being this bad-ass type of guy but very few actually show what he was really like beforehand. Again, I got a lot of flak of doing it that way but I wouldn’t be doing justice to the story if I didn’t present the background on how he became to be.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer? The creative process. A story can take weeks. It can take months. It can take years. You can have a story mapped out and still be at a loss for words when you finally sit down in front of the computer to write it. I’ve gotten a lot of flak from readers regarding why it’s taking me so long to write S&M IV and I think that’s a little unfair, given the fact I released five books of that serial all within a year.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer? Read, read, read. Read your genre. Read outside your genre. Write, write, write. Your first draft is always going to suck. Re-write it until you can’t stand to look at it anymore. Then, and only then, you’re done.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now? Probably being a secretary, my old job.
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway? Anywhere with no connections to the world. No cell phone, no internet, no TV.
Well now that we got the question and answer out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?
This is a story I’m working on that I hope to have out next month. It’s the next story in the D’Amato Brothers series, All I’ve Ever Wanted. It’ll be available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance, and Smashwords.
“You’re busy tonight,” Zoe mentioned as Joey’s phone rang again. “You’re Mr. AT&T over there.”
“Normally, I’m not this busy.” Joey finally put his phone on silent. “I just have a lot of contacts in New York, that’s all.”
“A lot of contacts, huh?” Zoe asked.
“A few, yes.” Joey replied.
“If you want to answer your phone, you can.” Zoe looked out the passenger window. “You won’t offend me if you want to talk to your girlfriend.”
Joey glanced over to Zoe. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Okay, your girlfriends,” Zoe clarified with a twinge of smirk on her lips. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Joey.”
Joey pulled over along the side of the road and stopped the car. He then got out of the car and walked over to the railing. Zoe followed behind him. “I’m going to do something that I’ll probably regret in five minutes.” Joey stared out into the night.
“Oh?” Zoe asked. “And what is that?”
Joey retrieved his cell phone and tossed it into the ocean water. “That.” He turned to Zoe and grinned at her. “It’s a good thing I have a backup of all of my pictures and contacts or I’ll really be in trouble right now.”
“You didn’t have to do that to prove a point to me, Joey.” Zoe said with a half-grin. “I know what this is and I know what you are.”
Joey stepped closer to Zoe and caressed her arms. “And what am I?”
“The Italian Hugh Hefner,” Zoe replied as Joey chuckled, “a reputation you’re very proud of. Tell me I’m lying.”
“I’ll admit I like to play the field and see what’s out there. Not too many women understand that my business comes before them and that’s a hard sell. It’s not that I can’t do a relationship; I just don’t want to. I’ve canceled more dates at the last-minute due to meeting with vendors and scouring locations for events than I would like to admit. Madre’s used to be one out of ten floral shops in town. Now we’re one out of fifty. And you know what? All those shops are copycat knockoffs of what we’re doing. They go to an event, see a design that Eli did and the next thing we know, we see that exact same design a few weeks later at some social event. We’re constantly upping our game to be ten steps ahead of the curve. That means I’m working insane hours. That means I’m up at seven in the morning and I might get home around seven at night, if I’m lucky. That means my weekends won’t be filled with picnics and shopping trips but overseeing a wedding or celebration and helping out my mom and Eli.
“So why am I telling you all of this? Why did I just toss my very expensive cell phone out into the water? I just upgraded that phone last week and now it’s going to cost me a small fortune to get another one. I promise I’m not going to play you. I’m not going to lead you on and have you believe we’re going to get married and have babies when I’m not even thinking that. I will be honest with you and say that now, right here and right now, you’re the only one I want to spend time with. So yes, I might have to fly to L.A. And yes, you’re going have to fly out here.”
“I can’t afford to see you as much as I want to, Joey,” Zoe interrupted.
“I got you covered.” Joey nodded. “Just let me know when you want to see me and I’ll make it happen.”
Zoe wanted to believe what Joey told her. Hearing stories from Kieran and confirmed by Joey himself made the doubt rise within her. He was promising her everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. “I have my own life in L.A. I’m your brother’s assistant and he depends on me to run Fits and Giggles when he’s not there. He and Tiana briefly mentioned how they want me to be a designer for that children’s clothing line they’re coming up with so my hands are tied there. I can’t just stop everything at the drop of a hat because you want to see me.”
Joey smiled. “I love a woman who has her own ambitions and goals, who doesn’t rely on me giving her money for some $200 jeans or some expensive handbag she can’t pronounce. Been there, done that, don’t want to repeat. I’m not asking you to give up your career for me, Z, and I wouldn’t want you to.”
Zoe relaxed her shoulders and dropped her stance. “It’s going to be difficult. I haven’t done a long-distance relationship in a long time, J.”
“I haven’t done anything like this at all, Z!” Joey smiled. “You might have to help me with protocol and all that stuff.”
“Protocol?” Zoe smiled.
“Protocol. When I can call, when I can’t call, when I should act a fool when I hear another man in the background…you know, protocol.” Joey winked.
Zoe laughed and Joey noticed how the moonlight hit the irises of her eyes at just the right angle, bringing out the soft amber in them. “Do you do this with all of your girlfriends?”
“I don’t, actually.” He ran a hand through her ebony hair. “Just one.”
“And what’s her name?” Zoe inquired.
Joey softly kissed Zoe’s jawline before meeting her lips. “Zoe.”
HERE IS A SNIPPET OF BOOK 3 OF THE D'AMATO BROTHERS "WHERE I WANNA BE"
He made no apologies for being late. Instead, his chin rested on her shoulder, his thumb caressing her hip in a circular motion. He slowly swayed with her to the sounds of Jodeci and briefly wondered why they both were still fully clothed. “That smells good, baby girl,” he complimented.
Faith nodded and rested her cheek against the side of his head. “It's something new.”
“I like it.” He turned his face to kiss her neck and she moaned. No matter how long they had been together, there was still magnetic energy between him and Faith. He felt it and pulled her even closer to his broad chest. “Little man at nonna’s?” Her soft and toned body complimented his muscular one. It was more than sex or physical want. Even when Faith gained a considerable amount of weight during her pregnancy, Eli still thought his wife was sexy as hell. She challenged his mind and what he thought. She encouraged him to do his best. And even when he thought he failed, she was always right there beside him.
“He was insistent he stay with her tonight.” She smiled as she thought of their son, Nathan. “I think it’s because nonnagives him ice cream after dinner.”
Eli quietly laughed. “My mom spoils him rotten.”
“The first grandchild, she’s bound to.” Faith was silent for a moment, deciding whether to eat the dinner that she made, or turn and enjoy the man holding her, the one she hadn’t spent time with in nearly a week. They saw each other first thing in the morning and late at night. They kept in contact via text and social networking but that was it. With wedding season rapidly approaching, they both were insanely busy with booking appointments. “You smell good, too,” she smiled, a playful urge taking over. “Little flowery.”
“Hmm?” Eli asked, distracted. He pulled the strap of her tank top away to kiss her bare shoulder.
“Hope she was as classy as that perfume she left all over you,” Faith added, making no attempt to step out of his embrace.
Eli shrugged. “It was a new client and I gave her a hug.”
“You know I don’t believe a word of your bullshit, right?” She answered.
Reaching into the pocket of his dress pants, Eli withdrew a black, velvet box and reached around Faith’s waist again. Holding the box to her eye line, he returned his chin to her shoulder. “I brought you something.”
Faith dropped the spoon in the pot and opened the box to reveal a pink diamond tennis bracelet. She didn’t like to show off the money they had, but when Eli wanted to spoil his wife, he went all out. She had the designer bags, expensive jewelry, and tricked-out SUV to prove it. With a smile, she turned in his arms. “Eli, it's beautiful,” she smiled at him.
That smile got him every time and he grinned like a proud school kid. “Yeah? You like it?”
“Of course,” she smiled, leaning up on her tip-toes to kiss his lips for the first time.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flesh against his body to deepen the kiss. He sucked gently on her lips, rolling his tongue over them, and then slid it into her mouth, playing with her tongue while his hands roamed her back and slide down over her ass. He buried his head in her hair and whispered, “I missed you, baby girl.”
Faith moaned and leaned back slightly, exposing her neck to him and closed her eyes. “I missed you, too.”
He nipped at the soft skin of her neck, his hands holding tightly to her waist and back. “How much?” He asked before dipping his head to run his tongue over the hollow of her throat.
“A lot,” She whispered, barely breathing as he slipped a hand under the hem of her shirt and ran a smooth palm over her warm skin.
“How much?” He asked again, pulling his kisses away to unabashedly drift his gaze down her shirt. He moved an index finger to her chest, lightly brushing the top of her breasts.
Faith fell limply into Eli’s arms. She knew what was going to happen next. “A lot.”
“How much is a lot?” He asked as he pulled her tank top back to kiss her breast just above the nipple.
“A lot,” she answered, slightly annoyed at him for asking the same damn question more than once.
He smirked at her, kissing her other breast, and then stood up, his eyes moving around the kitchen and dining room. “A lot, huh?”
Faith rolled her eyes as she stepped away, turning back to the stove and turning it off. “Are you gonna eat or not?” She turned to get a response, and suddenly realized that her husband was probably starving. But he didn’t want pasta. His eyes were boring into her, and it was clear that he wanted something that she hadn’t cooked that night. “That's not what I meant,” she warned him playfully.
Moving toward the dining room table, Eli held out a hand. “Come here.”
Faith shook her head. “Dinner.”
“You really wanna eat some spaghetti when I'm waiting to eat your pussy?” He boldly asked her, causing a gasp from her. “It'll be fine, baby girl.” He held out a hand again.
Faith hesitated. She wanted to feel the soft roughness of her husband’s tongue on her, but she also wanted to wait. She just started dinner, for heaven’s sake. “Eli…”
“Baby girl…” He purred. He only called her that name to get her going and she knew it, too. Her stubbornness slowly dissipated as her stance dropped. Dinner would be ready for them both later. For the time being, his wife had something that would give him more sustainable pleasure than high-caloric marinara sauce and pasta.
Eli led Faith to the dining room and grabbed her waist again, pulling down the yoga pants and G-string panties she was wearing. He hoisted her onto the dining room table and put his hands on her knees, spreading her legs. A slow smile grew on Eli’s face as he pulled up a chair and sat down.
His wife had a gorgeous body. Perky, chocolate teardrop breasts. A taut stomach. Long and thick legs. An ass that bounced with every movement she made. Her eyes were dangerous, often cutting Eli to his core and Faith didn’t have to say a word. Her lips were hypnotizing, pleasuring him in so many ways.
But what Eli loved more than anything, his favorite body part on his wife—was her sex. It was hot, wet, and unbelievably tight, clenching on his fingers. Eli knew the moment he slid his thick shaft inside her, it was a done deal. Since they had been together, she was just for him and only him; with Faith gifting her virginity to him during their teen years. It was a thought tattooed on his brain and he never forgot it, even telling Faith at one time as he masturbated her in the parking lot of a high-end restaurant, “I own this.”