1...Before we start talking about your books, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
I was born in a small town in Nevada--very much like the fictional town of Noble, Nevada I write about it my last two books. After attending the Univ. of So. Calif. where I earned a few degrees in English and Comp Lit, I remained in the Los Angeles area doing any number of jobs to survive, until I finally moved back to Nevada. In Vegas, I met and married a handsome Air Force NCO and followed him to Germany, where he was stationed near Frankfurt. When we got back to the states, he was sent to Dyess AFB Texas. Now we live near Austin with four curmudgeonly cats.
2...Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
Since I began to write two years ago, I gave up a very active gardening/landscaping hobby. So all my “spare time” now is writing or book-related.
3... What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
Each morning I stumble forth about 6 a.m. and get the coffee going. Most important. Then, after drinking it, I can begin to think. I can sometimes type up to 3 or 4K words in a day, if I set my mind to shutting out life around me. I eat lunch about 11 or 12, and then it’s back to the keyboard. Mind you, I’m writing more than a novel. I’m opening and answering email, I’m taking care of my Facebook group EroticaWriters & Readers, and often I’m diddling with one of my three blogsites.
4... Where do you get your ideas from?
Once I get a really inspirational idea, several books spin off from the main novel. For instance, the Dawn of Ireland novels, six of them, all started from one great idea from my husband. He remarked one day that, in all the fantasy books he’s read, he’s never seen the figure of St. Patrick. That one word, “Patrick,” started it all. Other ideas, such as the idea for the Noble Dimensions series, spring from my deep unconscious brain and are rooted in my childhood memories of people and places.
5... Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
Great question. I really have two favorites. My current novel The Chase tells the story of two men plagued by events from their past. One is an outspoken gay who has been emotionally orphaned by a homophobic father. The other, shy and quiet, is in denial of his urges for another man.
My other favorite is a male/male comedy-romance-mystery not yet published. Again, opposites collide: a fastidious, sullen investigator and a roustabout horny Irishman become flat-mates in a fantasy Dublin, and all hell breaks loose. I wrote it during the recent NaNoWriMo and have titled it Heart to Hart.
6... Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
Unlike most women, I’m not frightened of spiders, bugs, or any creepy-crawly critter. After all, I grew up literally in the wilds of Nevada. And yet I’m terrified to plug in an electrical cord. Huh?
7...Are any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
All the plots are strictly from my imagination. The characters themselves--their quirks, their speech habits, their fears and dreams--all that comes from a life well lived, from watching and listening to other people and trying to know myself.
8... Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
Good question! In one of my MM historical warrior books, the nemesis is Fortuna, whom one of the heroes calls “the bitch goddess.” She’s the goddess of pure, out-and-out, ruthless chance. So I guess if I have any muse at all, it’s Fortuna. In fact, I dedicated one of those books to her.
9... What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
The last five books have been MM. I’ve tried my hand at fantasy, and I like it. Why?Because when in doubt, all I have to do is wave my hand and say, “Poof!” and it is so. My nano venture about fantasy Dublin was partly a mystery; and I liked that too. Maybe I’ll write a sci fi or fantasy “whodunnit,” as long as it has erotic aspects.
10...Who are your favorite contemporary authors?
I am a fawning fan of Michael Chabon, the great Pulitzer author of many genres. I love the scifi space operas of Lois McMaster Bujold. I admit to being the instant pawn of writers who know how to handle metaphoric language, like Nya Rawlyns, and those who know how to make me laugh. That last group includes authors as disparate as the astronomer Neil deGrasse Tyson (The Sky is Not the Limit) and the creator of Get Fuzzy, Darby Conley.
11...Who are your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
Female: Mockingbird, a dwarf in body only. She is a mental giant, a woman beautiful in spirit and intellect. In a way, Moc is the ironic inner voice of her opposite, the once-whole Owen, a cripple. Moc first appears in The Wakening Fire and continues in Captive Heart and Fire & Silk. I am now half-assed writing a novel about the two of them called The Blood of Kings.
Male: Michael McCree, the horny, straightforward, fun-loving Irishman who is not at all what he seems. While pursuing the sullen Simon, he is holding back secrets and making the investigator himself wonder what his next move will be.
12...What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
It’s damned hard to force oneself to create. It’s difficult enough to wrench original thoughts from one’s mind. The corollary is to get them onto the MS in a form that an audience will enjoy, to make those thoughts part of one’s unique “voice.”
13... What advice would you give someone who wants to be a writer?
I think no one can give advice that will miraculously turn someone into a “writer.” Maybe reading a whole lot will help somewhat. Maybe writing hundreds of thousands of words will help a little. Perhaps learning the rudiments of the trade--style, grammar, rhetoric. All of these, maybe none of these. I think we all become authors by our own unique synapses that fire between our brains and the finished page.
14...If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
For sure, I’d be out in my yard cutting down the thigh-high weeds. I’d be planting and tending my roses. I’d be a denizen of the flea markets. You know--back to what I was doing when I first sat down at this iMac two years ago.
15...What do you like on a man…..briefs, boxer briefs or boxer shorts or nothing at all?
First choice: jock strap, followed by briefs. I like the sexiness of having to delve under the crust to get to the sweetness of the pie.
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?
Noble, Nevada and The Chase are both novels in a series called NOBLE DIMENSIONS. Both are set in the fictional small Nevada town of Noble. And that’s where the similarities end. Each book has its own set of MM characters, its own unique inner universe.
Since Noble, Nevada has been out for just over two months, I want to concentrate on The Chase, which was published less than a month ago.
Two men meet after six years, remembering each other only through the haze of almost forgotten high school debates and autumn football games. In-your-grill Brew is openly gay. The shy rancher's son Chase is still trying to understand his own sexual needs.
At the ranch house, finally alone, Chase brings his new help-mate a change of clothing. After years of chasing the smartass Brew through his fantasies, Chase finally “grows a set” and seizes his opportunity. Told from Brew’s point of view, this sudden confrontation with football hero Chase is almost too good to be true.
Chase left the hall and disappeared into a side door. When he returned, he was carrying a tattered excuse for a cowboy hat, a singlet and some kind of denims rolled into a ball.
“These were mine, um, a few years back. They might fit you.”
“Thanks, dude. I’ll join you in the truck in a couple minutes. Okay?”
“Yes.” Chase stood in the hall, hands at his sides, quietly watching him.
Brew could feel a flush start in his neck and run up into his cheeks. “Where can I change?”
Chase gestured to the door he had just emerged from. “You can use my room.”
Now or never. “Come with me.”
The room was spacious, pine wood-paneled, hung with Navajo blankets and arrowhead display shadow boxes. A large desk, some kind of dark wood, held a Mac desktop computer and a stack of books. Brew noticed that the bed was over-sized too. Big enough to fit a king, and his whole goddamn entourage besides.
Brew began to unbuckle his turquoise-studded belt. “Okay if I just drop my drawers?” He smiled into Chase’s eyes. They’d lost the paleness they had a while ago. A trick of the light. Now they seemed green as the mossy bottom of a wooded pond. Quiet, still, waiting.
Looking into Chase’s eyes, unbuttoning his jeans, knowing the huge bed was just behind him--all of it hit him at once, and his prick jammed into second gear, then third, heading for home. He had a hard time pushing the jeans down over his briefs, tangling them up on his crotch, watching Chase watch him.
Finally, Brew just let his jeans fall. Chase stepped a foot closer to him. He had to lift his head a little, and Chase lowered his own. They were so close now that he felt the man’s hot breath in his mouth, the soft cobwebs of his whiskers brushing his chin
“Shit, Chase. I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to crave a man.” He began to suck on Chase’s lower lip, then bite a little. Chase parted his lips, and he slipped his tongue inside.
Brew held Chase’s stubbly cheeks in both hands, licking and exploring his mouth, while the other man let him. His hands were still at his sides, as though he didn’t know where to put them. Their bodies by now were so close that their groins rubbed and ground together, performing their own counter rhythm. “Kiss me,” he said against the tall man’s hot tongue. “Oh, fuck, Chase. Kiss me, I want you.”
He began to work on Chase’s tongue, slow, and he put his hands up under the wife-beater. His fingers found the man’s erect nipples. He pulled on them a little, softly, as his tongue searched the inside of his mouth. Then Chase was in his own mouth, a sudden jab of molten heat, and his tongue seemed to reach the back of his throat. Now his hands were on his back, massaging, stroking, descending to his hips. His large hands seized his buttocks, then spread them until Brew felt he was on the edge of a desperate climax.
The bed was behind him, close. Brew sat, bringing his mouth down Chase’s chest as he did, moving his hands around to grasp his butt cheeks. “Just stand there. Let me suck you.”
Chase fumbled with the top button of his raggedy denims, and Brew helped him by pulling the zipper all the way down. “Let me, let me.”
The cock that reared from his pants was almost frightening. Brew had never seen one so big, so marbled with veins. He took the time to edge Chase’s jeans down over his hips, inch by inch, stroking the man’s flat-muscled ass cheeks. He held off putting the cock in his mouth. Let it be my reward, my all-day sucker, oh God in heaven I want this man.
He heard Chase’s tortured breathing and looked up into his face. “Do it, Brew. I need you. Now.”
Brew started with his index finger in Chase’s asshole. He slid it in easily, wiggling and moving it as he entered and kept going. The other man jumped a little, not expecting the intrusion. “Hey.”
“Shhh, shush. Let me take you, big guy. Just relax.” He slid in the next finger. Chase had begun to let out small, inarticulate sounds, and he moved his legs apart farther as Brew searched his anus. Pushing in and then retreating, very slowly, Brew began to coordinate his fingers with his tongue. He started at the balls, slicking them almost entirely into his mouth before letting them spill out in gobs of spit.
“Aaah, no, no.” Chase’s low moan fired him deeply, and he ran his tongue up the shaft. He moistened and spit as he went until he reached the ridge, then the hot and heavy tip. His tongue tested it, slick with pre-cum. Brew began to move his head up and down, sucking deep, simulating the sex act, while Chase moved with the rhythm, then began to set his own. Brew felt his large hands grasp his hair, then relax, then grab again as he unconsciously showed his partner the cadence he needed to climax.
When Chase’s legs went rigid and his balls lifted, he pushed two fingers into his anus and pushed, hard, then withdrew them almost all the way. He rammed them up one more time while the thick cum coated his mouth and he came too, hot and fully, loving every second that he heard Chase say his name over and over.
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