Check out the HAWT cover with Jimmy Thomas on it ladies and gentleman....really makes you think huh *winks*
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
I’m a Southern California bicentennial child born from a lawyer and former beauty queen/ model turned actress, director and playwright. The first book I wrote was a historical novel set in the Crusade of the Kings when I was 10. I still have every hand written page and one day might revisit it for a rewrite project.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I am a lighting / scenic designer and choreographer working often under a name not affiliated to my books. I was on the fencing team in college and I still find time to get my foil out for a little bit of fun.
3. Where do you get your ideas from?
My story ideas come from a number of sources, sometimes by a picture, a terrific line spoken by a hero or villain, a song or an event I have witnessed over the years living in LA.
4. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, which would be your favorite and why?
“Maid For His Submission” originally started out as a novella titled “Maid Service” and was inspired by the image of a young Magneto and Professor X sitting on a velvet bed together in “X-Men First Class”. Tosh, my leading lady is 24 and though not a virginal innocent, she is very vanilla to Mr. Richards tastes and is quickly seduced into his world. I write for myself and this tale speaks a lot to me of the excitement and thrill in first discovering the world of BDSM with someone you love. Having attended a few Erotic events in LA it felt natural to set the story in an LA dungeon. The story never seemed complete to me and despite linking the characters to my Vampire and paranormal stories I still felt as if Tosh and Richard deserved a more complete tale. Opening up their story again I felt that I had added some realism to my modern fairy tale and now I am thrilled that it is book one in a trilogy - giving me the chance to explore their story and sexual adventures to the fullest.
5. Are any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
I often pull elements from real life for example - defending myself from a drunk patron from my days as a Bartender - to a bed and breakfast I stayed at with my ex. One story based on a real life experience was the Halloween erotic ball in “The perfect Little Bite” and soon to appear in “Kindred Sacrifice”. In this case the costume ball I attended was a Valentines erotic ball and there were no vampires ready to feed, however several of the erotic encounters that are depicted in the story.
6. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
My writing has ranged in Contemporary Erotica set in Southern California, Victoria England and recently my writing has taken a turn to the paranormal. I have a love for history as well as a strong respect for my Jewish roots I would like the opportunity to explore much more in historical novels including early California perhaps an omage to my Polish and Irish roots set in 1800’s California. There are other avenues I would like to look into outside of Romance including Children’s books and fantasy adventure.
7. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Tim O’Brian, Kate Pearce and Patricia Ryan as well as Steve Martin and August Wilson. Three of these authors have produced works that I have read and re-read several times. I enjoy reading some plays much like anyone would read a novel and Steve Martin and August Wilson, not only have produced some of my favorite contemporary plays, but much like the other three authors I have revisited their plays several times.
8. Who are your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
Mr. Richard has been a complicated character with a tormented past prior to Tosh entering his life, but unlike the popular brooding Masters -currently popular in romance and erotica- and despite his dark and mysterious past he is not as damaged and never leaves me feeling that he doesn’t deserve Tosh’s love, but rather is just not ready for love.
9. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
I have Dyslexia which has left me with a disadvantage and despite taking the correct path in procuring an editor for my earlier Indy Published books, there were still a number of errors that had been left unchecked. Despite a couple of editing problems, people have been very kind and supportive and my books have had a wonderful response. I
10. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Read, read, read, read! You need to exercise and train to be an athlete and reading is training for writers. I do recommend networking with other writers and finding a supportive group of authors can be beneficial and help you be aware and open to opportunities that might come along. I am blessed with an incredible group of authors and the support they have given me has been invaluable.
Well now that we have the questions and answers out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about the latest story you have out now?
Maid For His Submission
“Let’s begin with removing your clothes.”
Anna had stepped into Mr. Richard’s dark world in search of financial freedom, but in her mysterious employer - inhim she found so much more.
A college student nearing her mid twenties and dependent on her parent’s charity, Tosh has answered a job advertisement for a live in maid. Dressed and armed with a duster she quickly discovers that her new handsome employer is the owner of an exclusive sex club in Los Angeles catering to the kinky desires of the rich and powerful. Dressed in latex and leather will Tosh be able to resist his dark seduction or will she be his maid eager to submit.
Inspired by the novella Maid Service, Maid For His Submission is a modern love story armed with BDSM content.
Circling the room she scanned her surroundings before opening the closet to look at her new change of fortune. Hanging were four black square dresses. Trimmed with lace that looked more like something a gothic Holly Hobby would wear and not someone spending her day's scrubbing floors.
With a shaky hand, she took the fabric between her fingers. It was rough and scratched like burlap. Just the thought of wearing this over her naked skin filled her with unknown fears.
“Its not much to look at now,” came a deep voice from behind Tosh. “…but you would be surprised how much women are willing to pay for the honor of wearing one for me.”
Pulling her hand from the black sack, she turned to find the source of the voice. There, leaning on the doorframe was a tall, dark and buff man deliciously dressed in Armani. He stood at about six foot even with his lean and she guessed another 3 three inches taller when up right. His eyes were chocolate and his hair was black to match his suit, all of which made his ivory complexion glow. There was no blemish or freckle to be seen. He was perfection dressed in designer Italian.
“Pardon?” Distracted from what she saw, every word he had spoken fled from her mind.
Biting the corner of his lower lip his eyes scaled her body. They were not the friendly playful eyes she had seen in Mr. Thomas, this man was cold and calculating and there was something about him that ran a chill under her skin.
“I said it would be best for you to begin with removing your clothes,” he instructed.
Stunned by his directness, Tosh wrapped her arms about herself. He was not making a suggestion or asking anything, but had commanded her to remove her clothes.
“Would you like it better if I ripped them from you?”
‘… Like a lion would rip meat from a bone,’ she thought.
He stood straight and took two threatening steps toward her. The mirrored wall blocked her single retreating step and she was the pray caught for his dinner.
He cleared their distance with only three more strides and had her hair wrapped around his hand behind her head before Tosh thought to escape. Pulling her head back, he leaned in to her exposed neck and took in her scent in one long whiff.
“Does anything you wear have any value?” he asked, and was answered with a staggered nod of ‘No’.
His lips cracked with a crooked grin. Tosh searched for the fangs she had expected, but they were nothing more than pearly white perfection.
“Good. All the more fun for me.”
There was no warning in what he did next. Releasing her hair, he spun her around to face the mirror, pulling her back into his chest and cradled her neck in one arm. It was more like an aggressive sexual dance rather than a uniform fitting.
Pulling his knife from his pants pocket, a quick flick of the blade and the fabric broke free and fell open, exposing her common shaped breast and plain white bra.
'Perhaps’ she thought to herself. ‘I should have listened to myself this morning and gone for the adventurous black lace.’
“How disappointing.” He said running the flat side of the blade over the humps of her breast. The cold metal kissed her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. “And I had hoped there would be a bit of a naughty school girl underneath instead of the stiff virgin.” He sounded less playful and more upset with her. Before she could pull away in defense, he cut the bra away in three slices and her breasts fell free.
Tosh’s thighs began to throb with every dominating cut of his blade and she could feel the growing wetness of her desire. Mortified that she would be so turned on by what he did, Tosh prayed that her desires would not be so obvious.
“You can always stop me.” Looking into the mirror, his eyes captured her and held her stare. “In fact that is the only freedom you have here… I don’t know if we have room for a Postulant on our staff anyway.” He dared her with his eyes roamed over her body one last time before he pulled his knife back and pushed her away from him. “You will receive compensation for the top and bra.” Dismissing Tosh, he made for the door. “I only hope you use better judgment when replacing them.”
“I don’t need to replace them.” Her voice struggled to find its way out. “I need a job.” Her need was suddenly more than freedom from her folks, but a need for him. He was a walking, dominating drug and with a single taste, she was hooked. She had to have more of whatever this was he had done to her.
“I promise you Postulant. There is no job for you here.” Standing in the open door way, he showed her his broad strong back.
Soon to be released is the first in a series of novellas inspired by Club Odyssey as feature in Maid For His Submission. If you enjoyed Maid For His Submission you will salivate over the two tales in Members Only: Tales From Club Odyssey volume 1
Members Only : Tales From Club Odyssey Volume 1
For those who cross over the threshold of Club Odyssey, they discover that submitting to one’s desires can bring a kaleidoscope of rewards.
A high-powered attorney with a cookie-cutter fiancée and a platinum life, Damian is about to discover the joys found at the feet of a beautiful woman armed with a flogger.
Do You Trust Me
Victimized in a dirty divorce, Maggie leans on her friend Beatrice to help her find her happiness once again. Witnessing the skills of Master Dominic in the parlor of Club Odyssey, she grows hungry to submit, but can a woman who has been hurt and betrayed in marriage learn to trust a man again?
Here is an excerpt from Do You Trust Me
“You can’t escape me that easily.” Determination sparks something in his voice. “I know you. I know how you think and what you hunger for.” Too low for our lawyers to hear, his voice is a warm massage from my ears, down my neck, over my breasts and lower to my core. “I know your desires and your needs. I know what it is you have been too ashamed to confess to me all these years. Your darker, most secret of desires you’re scared to admit out loud or to yourself.”
I am teetering over my heels, feeling drunk from his words. Squeezing my thighs together, I can feel the wetness of my own sexual juices. I want him.
“I can smell the sweetness of your need. You want me and you hate yourself for it.” There is a sadistic power that he has over me. “You hate how desperate you are at this moment to feel my hands over your naked body. You want me to dominate you and have complete control of you while I take you away from all of this and make you mine again,” he speaks the secret longings from my heart. “You want me to possess you, body and soul, protect you from all the pains in your life while you give me dominance over you, and I would be honored to be the master to your dove soul.”
He always called me his little dove, because I brought peace to the madness in his life, but somewhere over the years, I was not enough to calm the madness that ran out of control.
Taking a cool step back, he rolled his shoulders and his deep, warm, passionate eyes glaze over with the cold stare of his business persona. I know this Adam too well, he laughed at me when I first confronted him over having his secretary as a mistress and they were icy cold when I had proof that his business trips had been canceled yet he still never came home. When I finally told him it was over and he had to leave I saw that cold business persona break and his eyes burned with anger that I never knew he was capable of, but as he walked out the front door of our suburban million dollar track home, he looked back at me with this same cold and calculating stare as he is now.
“Such a shame you were so dishonest with me all these years.” Pulling at the collar of his suit jacket, he mocks me with a broken smile. “We could have had a lot of fun.”
“That is out of line.” Beatrice steps in, but is silenced the moment Adam flashes her with an iron jaw stare.
Looking back at me, he is cold and calculating. Words failed me and in the end so did my self-control. In a reflex action I brought my hand up and snap my wrist back to release a slap across his face. The impact burns across my palm and zaps a charge of pain in my wrist.
Breaking his focus on my eyes, his face snapped to the right at the impact of my slap, but he quickly locked himself in place, looking straight ahead at me, and I am scared. Chin down and eyes up, he is looking at me from under his brow and his cool and collected eyes are dark blue voids of space that threaten to swallow me whole. The broken smile he has mocked me with a moment ago has a menacing curve to it that I would almost label as pleasure.
“You’re stronger than you look, Maggie, but if you wish to harm me you needn’t try any further. You wounded me the day you rejected me.”
Walking around the conference table, he said nothing, showing no signs of anger or pain, and I am standing here at an eerie loss. Adam’s lawyer is sputtering like an old clinker choking on exhaust, but Adam has blocked him out, eliminating everyone from his focus, and bent down to retrieve his briefcase and proceeded to the door. I’m holding my breath and cradling my sore right hand in my left, praying for him to show me some kind of emotion.
Turning the knob of the thick wood door, I hear the unlocking click and the door cracked open. Looking over his shoulder, he still paid no mind to the red-faced lawyer and looked at me instead. No words pass between us and I can see my glowing handprint on his face. Giving me a courteous nod, he awarded me with a painful smile that nearly rips my heart out before he turned to leave the conference room, closing the door behind him, and I am left alone, falling into my chair feeling my world once again crumble around me.
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The Viscount Returns will be out next week....so be on the lookout for that.
Here is a blurb from the book......
Blurb: Eight years away to seek his fortune, Lord Robert Edden, the Viscount of Carlton has returned to find his estate transformed and his young bride a grown woman. There is little he can confess to his wife of his years away as he demands answers from her for the misuse of his lands as he has been away. Robert had left as a young man eager for adventure, but he has returned to his wife a Viscount ready to claim all that is including his bride. After so much time past would she welcome him with open arms or cast him out of her bed and as master of the house would he find his place or seek the next shooting star to chase across the ocean? Married at a young age and abandoned on her wedding night, Fiona has spent the last eight years working on the lands her husband had left behind with no expectation of his return. For eight years she had been haunted with the memories of that one night they had shared in her bed. With so much time past is there hope that she could once again open herself up to the man who had abandoned her and would he be able except the consequences of their one night together? This is a love story between a Viscount and his bride, but there are some M/M moments to turn up the heat.