Today I have her talking to me about her latest book "Sorrow's Muse"
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
*Laughs. This is always the question that gets me. My name is actually Shyla… my Dad as a comic book nerd, and name me after Super girl, thus locking me in to geekdom. I have a wicked sense of humor, love to laugh, try new things, and think of live as an adventure. Before I was writer I held some interesting jobs, like DJ and Flight Attendant. I’m still reading story notes off of my flight Attendnt memo’s … takes me right back to that period of my life. I live in So Cal now but I’m a mid-western girl, who occasionally misses fall and winter. :Shhh: Don’t tell anyone back home . I like to tease them when it snows there and it’s warm here.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
When I’m not writing I love to read, listen to music, watch t.v. shows, and movies. I’m a sucker for Sci-fi, Adventure, and comedy be it romantic or other. I also love to craft, which works out great as a Mom. I think I have just as much fun as they do.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
In this family there’s no such thing as daily routine , lol. I say this purely because I have two kids under three. Usually we wake up, do the breakfast thing, get dressed and launch into our day. I try to do a mix of teaching, entertaining, and writing. I usually like to think about my books like a movie, scene by scene. So I’ll spend time thinking about how I want the scene to fill, look, taste, smell. Do any necessary research and then begin to write. While I’m working on something , my characters are alive in my head. Even if I’m shopping, I’m thinking of what he or she would buy, how they would react to this situation. It really helps me keep progressing forward and dodge writer’s block.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
Everywhere. It could be a movie that m ask what if, a dream, a newspaper article, or something I saw on a walk that triggered an emotion. I really do believe inspiration is all around us.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
Wow, you’re going straight for the jugular with this one aren’t you? My characters are a bit like my babies, so this is tough. I would say right now my favorite is my latest release, Sorrow’s Muse. I loved my character Julian. From the moment he popped into my mind, all I wanted to do was give him his happy-ever-after. Badly burned in a fire that almost took his life, he’s a recluse whose only outlet is his music and his best friend. I loved bringing him back into the light, healing his wounds, and watching as he released that pain.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
I talk in my characters voices when I read them out loud.
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
A bit of both, and I won’t say which is which and incriminate myself. :Winks: I’ll leave it up to you to decide.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
I do! Her name is Francesca. She is sassy, demanding , temperamental and amazing!
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
I’m currently working on a my first Steam Punk. I love the raw, gritty, dark feel of the genre.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Oh wow, there are so many! Laurel K. Hamilton has a forever place in my heart. She really inspired me when I was young and it’s always stuck with me. Sherrilyn Kenyon , Delilah Hunt, P.C. Cast, to name a few.
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
Hmmm I think my favorite female is Rivka from my upcoming release, The Unveiling because she was so much fun to work. Sassy, strong, and powerful with color changing hair she was a total bad ass. She’d been wounded in the past, but she didn’t let that stop her. As my Grandma would say “ I liked her gumption.” I’ d have to say Julian from Sorrow’s Muse was my favorite male. I’m like a mom with a baby bird, lol. I nursed him back to health and no he’s etched on to my heart.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
I would say the hardest part of being a writer is balance. It can be all consuming, and you still have to keep everyday life going, along with promotions , and staying inspired. It’s a constant challenge.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Write as much as you can, read as much as you can. Never give up. Learn you craft, show your work to trusted people, and last but not least, don’t be afraid to take that plunge, and submit. Remember not everyone will like your work, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad, perhaps its not the right fit.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
If I wasn’t a writer, I’d be working a job in the writing industry, or perhaps I’d work for a high school in the Drama department. Degree wise I’m a sound and lightning engineer.
15. What do you like on a man…..briefs, boxer briefs or boxer shorts or nothing at all?
Boxer briefs for sure.
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?
Muses aren’t supposed to fall in love with the humans they inspire. But Colette was never one for rules so she strikes a deal with the goddess of love. She has one year on earth to tell Julian what she truly is. Then he must make his choice, her or his talent.
Badly scarred in a fire that took his entire family Julian Sorrow is bitter and twisted by rejection and ridicule. Convinced his ability to make music is all he has to offer he’s given up on love. Can the sexy , mysterious new neighbor, Colette Starvos change that?
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Energy pulsed through her veins as she prepared for Julian’s arrival. It was amazing what a pep talk and some deep red lingerie could do for your confidence level. She arranged the rectangular plastic popcorn holders, with old-fashioned red pinstriping and scalloped edges, on the coffee table, beside two boxes of Sour Patch Kids and Zombieland and Sweet Home Alabama.
The doorbell rang, and she grinned. Game on. Colette opened the door and pulled Julian into a hug.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.” She pulled away and walked over to the couch. “I have everything set up. We just need to pop the popcorn and grab drinks from the fridge.”
“This looks great. You should’ve told me to bring something.”
“Nah, you can be in charge next time.”
The conversation continued to flow as they took turns popping their bags in the microwave and salting and seasoning the puffy yellow kernels they placed in a large bowl. Grabbing two colas, they headed out to the living room. They were halfway through Sweet Home Alabama when she slipped his arm around her shoulder. She turned her head to inhale the delicious scent that wafted off him. The warmth of his body heated her flesh and woke her desire. Colette leaned in and nipped at his ear. Her nipples hardened against the rough lace of her bra. He moaned, a deep, guttural sound that went straight to her core. The pressure built, and she sucked the fleshy bottom of his ear into her mouth.
“What are you doing?”
“Making out—less talking, more kissing.”
She blazed a trail of kisses down his neck, spanning his chest with her hand as she admired his sleek build. He turned his head and captured her lips. Their tongues clashed. A pleased purr rumbled in her chest. Colette rose onto her knees and climbed into his lap, placing one leg on either side of his body. His cock pushed up against her in greeting, tempting her eager fingers. Her white skirt with a pastel flower scene flowed around them. She placed her hands on his shoulders and rocked forward, then backward, in a slow motion that pressed him against her engorged clit at just the right angle. His cock twitched, elongated, and swelled. God, he’s thick! She needed more contact.
“Touch me, Jay.” The nickname rolled off her tongue.
His breath caressed her neck as he leaned in to place tiny kisses on her pulse point and massage her lush mounds. “Like this?”
“Yes!” The feel of his hands moving over her was exquisite. He explored her with slow, thorough sweeps. His long, artistic fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them as he continued to grind up into her.
“You’re so wet, Col. I can feel you through my pants. You like what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He gripped her hips and swiveled in a circle. “How about this?”
Moisture flooded her panties, warm and sticky. Her breath came in pants as she edged closer and closer to the edge. So much for being the seducer. He might be slow to start, but when he did, he brought his A game. Her body trembled as he pushed her closer to her peak.
“I’m so close, Jay.”
“Let go, baby. Let me give you this,” he whispered against her lips.
He lined his length up with her cleft, surged forward once, twice, and she exploded. Her eyes clenched shut. She cried out and clutched her skirt as waves of pleasure washed over her. Spent, she slumped against his shoulder as she came down from her high. All this from no skin-to-skin contact!
Instead of sating her lust, it had ramped it up higher.
“I was supposed to be seducing you,” she whispered, her face on his shoulder.
“You succeeded. Watching you come apart in my arms, knowing I’m the cause, is satisfying to me.”
He placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, and she fell just a bit more in love with him. She wanted to move forward in their relationship, bring him pleasure the same way he’d given to her so selflessly. Colette ran her fingers over the soft material of his shirt and peered up into his eyes.
“I want to make you feel good too.”
“You don’t have to do that—”
“Shh, I want to.” She scooted off his legs and knelt in front of him on the couch. His eyes were wide and his body shook as she unbuttoned the top of his pants and pulled the zipper down millimeter by millimeter, giving him plenty of time to call a halt to her progress. “I’ve dreamed about touching you, tasting you, for so long now it’s become an obsession.”
She looked up to make eye contact. His muscles were tense. His eyes were filled with worry and an expectation of disappointment that made her almost sick to her stomach. He is beautiful, damn it! She wanted him to realize it.
“The man who didn’t know I was alive, the hints I dropped none too covertly. It’s always been you, Jay.”
She gave him a gentle smile. “Because you ask questions like that, which make you even sexier than you already are.”
She freed him from his cloth prison, and he sprang forth, quivering with anticipation. He was thick, long, and growing. His skin was discolored and uneven here like the rest of his body, but she made a show of being nonchalant. She bent down to lick the damp tip, and he twitched, offering up more liquid goodness. He was salty with a hint of pineapple that made her core throb. He’d been thinking about this just as much as she had.
“You taste better than ambrosia.”
Colette teased him with delicate flicks of her tongue as she learned his flavor and his hot spots. The prominent vein that ran down the underside of his shaft made him jerk and hiss. She returned to it often, following it like a road map as she gripped his base and marveled at the ten inches she held in her hand. She sucked him deep into her mouth and brought her hand up to meet her lips.
“Oh God, Colette!”
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