1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
I am British/Romanian Gypsy by birth and have spent most of my life roaming the globe, firstly with my parents up until the age of eighteen and then simply for the love of travel. Nine years ago I moved to a small sub tropical speck in the Atlantic known as Madeira Island and still live there while my life takes on new directions. I am 55 years old, divorced, with two children, both who live in the UK.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I am also a Celebrity Portrait Artist, so painting is my other main occupation to help me relax. We live in the sun, so spend a lot of time outdoors, either by the pool or by the beach.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
I write in the afternoons, usually from around 1pm and finish when I finish, sometimes at midnight.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
I have no idea really, they just pop into my head.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
Heaven Scent. The reason is on the attached document.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
Most of the stories I write are fiction, however, some of the erotic scenes are based on experience.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
Keith David, my writing partner.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
None. I like Erotica and will stay with that.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Stephen King, Anne McCaffrey
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
The first book in the Trilogy, Heaven Scent. Evan and Ginny as they are based on the Cowboy that sent me the poem and myself.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Making sure the grammar is correct. An editor friend slammed much of my early work due to my grammatical errors, but I have improved.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
I do not think there are any hard and fast rules to writing. If you want to write, write what is in your soul, but get the grammar right.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
I would still paint, I am also a trained florist, sound engineer and beauty therapist.
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway?
I would opt for a cabin in the woods near a lake.
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?
I have included the story behind Heaven Scent here as it’s a journey in itself.
The Heaven Scent Trilogy is the culmination of a years’ work, which all started with a poem. In July 2011, I met a Cowboy online, from Texas and yes, one of those meetings where you feel you have know this person all your life. Three weeks later he sent me a poem called –On Finding Someone- by Joel Nelson the Cowboy Poet, and I immediately saw a story in it.
If on some better than average day
I should be riding along
Observing—not expecting—well maybe
And should see just as hoof swept by
One flawless arrow point--
If on that bright shining morning
I should step down to lift this point
Turning it delicately—feeling its smoothness
Beneath my fingertips
I would marvel at its perfection
At the way some ancient one
Had tempered and crafted such beauty
At how it came to lie there
All these centuries—covered—uncovered
Until it came to me
To happen by this place
On this day made now more perfect.
And I would ponder such things
As coincidence and circles and synchronicity,
And I would pocket this treasure near my heart,
And riding on I would recall
Having seen such treasure as this elsewhere
But not this one—not this one.
And for one brief moment I would stiffen with fear
At how one quick glance in another direction
Could have lost this to me forever,
And I would touch my shirt over my heart
Just to make sure.
With permission of © 1998, Joel Nelson
I began writing, the ‘chapters’ just poured out and ten days later had over 20,000 words, at which point said Cowboy disappeared. I duly put the short story onto my website www.breathlessnights.com , which I co-own with Keith David – my writing partner of three years -and started writing something different. Within a month an editor, who I knew from Facebook, messaged me and suggested I make the short story into a novel. It took me about two weeks to look at it again but eventually thought ‘what the heck, in for a penny, in for a pound.’ (Good old English idiom haha) Removing the last 1000 words to keep for the ending, I began filling in the middle.
It took until September to complete the novel. When finished, I decided that the book would benefit from having the poem printed in the front so set about finding the poet. It did not take long and after a few emails and phone calls, he kindly agreed to let me use the poem in the book. Joel also suggested that I attend the ‘Cowboy Poetry Festival’ in Alpine Texas at the end of February. That thought appealed even though I live on a little speck in the Atlantic Ocean known as Madeira Island – over 5000 miles away! Needless to say, not only did I attend the event, I also wrote two more books before I left for the USA, which made up the trilogy.
The Festival was an emotional time. I felt as if I belonged in that little Cowboy town situated in the middle of nowhere in West Texas. During my time there, I discovered all sorts of coincidences pertaining to the book. I described places I had never seen, people I had never met; it all became a little spooky. By the time I got back on the coach five days later, I had decided to buy a house there.
I arrived back on the island and this is where things went downhill. I asked my husband of thirty-two years for a divorce and put my house up for sale. My friends thought I had lost my mind, my family thought I was having a mid life crisis.
In July, I returned to Alpine with my daughter and mother in tow. They understood why I loved the place, which was a bonus and have supported me with my decisions. Joel and his wife are now great friends and I look forward to returning there soon.
So here I am, my life turned upside down because of a poem. I published the first book on Amazon on 31 October 2012, second on 1st December and third on 15th December and the Trilogy came out as one book on the 23rd December. Something is telling me to do this, I do not know why; I am just going with the flow.
They say people come into your life for a reason. The unknown cowboy who sent me the poem did just that however, the person I owe everything to is Keith, I could not have done this without his constant nagging, poking and support. I am in the process of writing and editing a Vampire Erotica Trilogy, the first book of which I published in January 2013.A fourth ‘Cowboy’ book in the Heaven Scent series is now on its way, and another Western novel based on another of Joel’s poems called ‘The men who ride no more’. I wonder where this one will take me…
Excerpt from Book 1 Heaven Scent
The usual drunken crowd packed the bar. The noise was deafening amidst the music from the jukebox, the rowdy revelers and along with a fight ensuing in the corner Evan could hardly hear himself speak. Beer in hand, he wandered over to the pool table, slapped some money on the edge and booked a game. Too many misspent hours as a youth usually meant his time on the table was short, and after swiftly pocketing six of the seven balls, it was obvious tonight was no exception, that was until the saloon door opened and a woman walked in. The crowd surrounding the table laughed as the long legged blonde drew his attention. He missed the shot, conceded defeat with a wave of his hand, and mesmerized, followed her to where she stood gazing at the music choices on the Wurlitzer.
Her steel blue eyes captivated him at first glance and along with the alluring scent of jasmine surrounding her presence, he lost all sense of time and rhythm, and barely remembered the ensuing conversation. Thinking he had died and gone to heaven, the only thing that stuck in his memory, as they found themselves pressed urgently against the wall of her hotel room, was her name; Ginny.
Her breasts strained at the white shirt begging for attention. Ripping at the buttons, he buried his head between the heaving mounds while pulling her skirt up and cupping her round butt cheeks, lifting her off the ground. Struggling with the button on his jeans she eventually exposed his raging hard on, and seconds later, welcomed him into her warm moist depths.
Fate took her part as they joined in lust’s dance and as the woman captured his heart, Evan knew this moment would somehow shape his destiny. Her soft lips sought his and gasping at the first taste of her sweetness as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, he savored the visions of delight, which flooded his thoughts.
Stroking in and out, he controlled the rise and flow of her body’s desires. Hands grasped at his skin. Nails clawed welts across his back, and her moans grew louder as his plunging became erratic with the surge of adrenaline through his veins. Ginny’s screams filled the air as she climaxed and Evan - squeezed between her rippling muscles - and with one final thrust, he shuddered as his body drained deep into her depths. Staggering backwards, they fell onto the bed in a heap amidst pants and gasps of delight.
Heaven Scent - The Trilogy
The Tomes of Bathoria