She's here to talk about her latest book "The Moon Kissed Chi" as well as us getting the chance to know a little bit about herself.
1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about
That’s really an open door type of question, but I’ll try to stay on this side of too much information (TMI). You can characterize my lifestyle by opposites in extremes. Middle-of-the-road (MOTR) is something I work hard to achieve. I either go all in for something, investing reserves of energy and time even or I form a completely opposite relationship with various aspects of my life. Complete detachment would be the other extreme. Now there are some things that are MOTR with little effort because by nature there’s really no extreme. My artistic pursuits, e.g., pottery, writing and textile crafts etc, get the larger percentage of my interest, time and energy. I find those endeavors provide a renewal I need on an ongoing basis. The other things in my life are many of them deficits to my creative juices and energy reserves. But, the show must go on, eh?
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
I’ve already mentioned my artistic persuits above, but I’m also a reader. I love to read a good book. I know a book is a good book when I find myself wanting to reread it over and over. There are very few books, however which occupy that space on my bookshelves.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
Because I work an irregular schedule, routine doesn’t enter into my approach to writing at this point in my endeavors to be a writer. Its catch-as-catch-can when it comes to writing time. I try to compensate by including regular writing activities in my day-to-day efforts.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
My ideas don’t come from any one source in particular. Many of them come to me in my dreams. I’ve awakened more than once with a new storyline or another segment in a work-in-progress. I’ve awakened in tears on a few occasions. Sometimes I get inspiration when staring off into space. When movement or conversation rouses me from that state, I sometimes have a new idea or solution to a problem.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
At this stage in my career, if that’s what you want to call it, I have far more works-in-progress ( W.I.Ps) than published titles. I also write under multiple pen names. Of those titiles or W.I.P.’s in my erotica efforts, Johnny B. Goode is the most fun and my favorite.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
I’m highly organized in my professional life, however, everything else outside of work and writing is haphazard and in disarray most times. I’ve raised procrastination with respect to getting doing housework to an art form. I’m expert there.
7. Are any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from
Imagination. With many aspects of real life being so disappointing and a downer, I enjoy creating new worlds in which to explore and boldly go where no writer has gone before. :)
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
My muse doesn’t have a name but is comprised of two individuals. They’re a spousal unit.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
For me the opportunities in the field of writing have few limitations. If I can swing it, I’ll write it.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
My all-time favorite writer is Octavia Butler. She wrote to an intelligent audience. I was deeply moved by her untimely death. Where many folks I’m acquainted with were repulsed by, “Blood Child,” I have it on the shelf of my virtual bookcase, marked genius (the shelf). It sits alone there in solitaire. There are a number of books by other writers on the shelf below marked, “favorites.”
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
To be honest, there are no book characters which stand out in my mind as faves. One female TV character does, however, Dalenn from Babylon 5.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
My answer is cliché. Almost every writer probably says the same thing, acquisition of time to write. However, I’m challenged in my writing to improved continually, learn the technical and creative elements of the craft, and foremost, to think outside of the box.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Commit. Its not enough to say, “I’m a writer.” One must commit to the pen and paper as a lifestyle to make it so. In November of 2011 I committed to writing. I’d dabbled and played with it to that point. Commitment must be of the order what comprises a long-term, good and healthy relationship between disparate peoples. It can be no less than what drives an individual to pursue her or his chosen profession to the exclusion of marriage, offspring, etc. And, no, I’m not saying a writer should not marry, but this is what I see as making it a lasting relationship. The intensity of commitment must rival what I said above about writing to the exclusion of life’s joys and benefits.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
Well, I’d be doing as I am doing right now. I’d be going into a job everyday which doesn’t satisfy to any degree and barely puts bread on the table. I’d be casting about for things to keep me engaged. The only difference between what I’m doing now and what I’d be doing if I didn’t write, is I’d be going through the motions of living without the viable hope of something better.
15. What do you like on a man…..briefs, boxer briefs or boxer shorts or nothing at all?
What do I like on a man? His skin and not much else.
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?
As Gayadnae writhes in her sleep from the scrutiny of the Gaichi, Grayt, serving woman to Arrinay and companion to Bezhyanya, wards off Gaya’s nighttime visitor. Though her parents, the senior members of the ruling family, were blissfully unaware of the threat to Kalaydan already in motion. The day to come will dawn soon, bringing them concerns for the early maturation of their daughter.
Most parents take joy in their children as they travel the path to adulthood and arrive to take their places in society. For Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the realization of the nearness of the end of this journey for their daughter underscores their responsibilities to the people of Kalaydan. Her ability to take her place in their society as the young mistress is in peril. The potential for scandal and other complications is more than a reality, it could be the next guest to knock on the doors of the Main House.
Gayadnae, being herself, concocts a scheme to get around what she perceives to be the inevitable interruption to her freedom and personal interests. Grayt, the moving force behind the daily activities within the Main House, has a more dire agenda lurking in the background of her activities. Having brought Gayadnae to the fork-in-the-road she would have to meet at some point, she is able to thwart the soon-to-be young mistress’ attempt to avoid an inevitable responsibility. Gaya’s meeting with Muntaën is the turning point in the young woman’s life. Unknown to the couple, their union means the survival of the people of Kalaydan.
The elemental sexual chi energies, which drive the erotic and expressive society of Kalaydan, are far more complex than they seem on the surface. The abilities possessed by Grayt are more extensive than she reveals to the Kalaydans around her but they are known by those of her kind who are ever present yet not seen. Dark forces lurk on the periphery of Kalaydan, marking time before they can be made manifest.
Though Gayadnae sleeps soundly at night now, thanks to a timely gift from Muntaën, her Kallish-to-be, the strings that wed her to him (and him to her) are more profoundly significant than the symbolism of their bed-swearing to come.
A society, the product of its environment; disparate peoples whose futures are immutably entwined; events moving on course to collision; and, the outcome depends primarily on the decision a young woman makes with respect to her future. That’s The Moon-Kissed Chi in a nutshell.
In a residential section of Kalaydan City
Maeb leaned against the window frame and sipped her drink. She looked down into the candle-lit streets of Kalaydan City and watched the progression of a chandler guildsman down the cobblestones until he turned out of sight. A plump dog moved back and forth across the street then stopped to scratch on a door. The door opened and it disappeared through a brightly lit doorway. She turned from the window when she heard Trendo’s booted steps coming down the hall. She heard the sound of his satchel drop to the floor. He strode into the room moments later.
“Hi, Maeb.” He caught her up in a tight embrace after he closed the space between them.
“Hi, Trendo,” she replied. “How was your day?”
“It was busy. I worked with three boys today to master the stopcock. Two of them are Terza’s youngest twins and the other is their cousin on Terza’s side. Seems their fathers have given up trying to teach them to stopcock.”
“I bet that was a rough session. Terza’s husband taught their other boys and many of their family members as well. The Warriors’ Guild may have a few reluctant volunteers in about four suncycles. Did you succeed?” She slipped her hand into his trews and squeezed his firm buttocks.
“Let’s say I made headway. I’ll go back tomorrow. How was your day?” He opened his trews and allowed them to fall to the floor. He stepped out of them then drew her more closely into his embrace.
“It was about the same as yours. I was called to the Main House to meet with the Mistress.” As his hands rubbed her breasts through her bloozat, she nuzzled his cheek with her lips.
“Oh? Isn’t it too early for their daughter to start the training?” His lips grazed hers.
“Well, I would have thought as much, but she’s precocious.” She looked him in the eyes as her hands followed his hips around and gripped his stanchion.
“So was her mother, but she didn’t start early.” He released one breast and returned her gaze. He covered one of her hands with his and guided it along his koq; pressing one of her thumbs into its head.
“Gayadnae has been leeching for at least six suncycles, possibly longer. She didn’t know until now she’s been doing it.” He groaned deep in his throat as her thumb slipped around the wet dome of his cod-baby.
“I’d wager she’ll keep you busy.” His head dropped lower and his lips caressed her neck while his hands wandered under her bloozat.
“What’s more, she pulls from warriors and they don’t even notice. I was matron for her today while she was with her mother at the guild for a meeting.” She released him and removed her bloozat.
“I can see why they’d send for you. Will you be returning to your station as House Matron?” He rubbed a palm roughly over each nipple.
“I think so. Our rooms are still empty. We could move back in if you’d like.”
She sighed deeply and guided him over to a lounge. She pulled him down on top of her and let her legs fall, one each, over either side. Her lips sought his again. He complied. He leaned on one arm and used the hand of the other to caress and play with her nipples. Her twin mounds were firm and full. She sighed when he bent over and allowed his tongue to play over her skin, exhaling when he pulled first one nipple into his mouth between his moist lips then the other. His tongue made lazy circles over her nipple’s surface.
She pulled her kirtle up to her hips and raised them to meet his pleasure pole. He slid into her tunnel eagerly and without hesitation. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the ground beside the lounge. She played with the soft white down which furred his chest. Resting on one arm, he slid in and out of her slowly and deliberately. She directed the chi around them into the dense cloud of his virility.
Their pace was deliberate yet urgent, slow and steady. Continuing to slip in and out of her well-lubed sheath, his head dropped down and his mouth took in a breast, as much as would fit. The nails of her one hand raked his back and the fingers of the other gripped one of his twin buns.
“Maudi, give me all of your man milk!”
He said nothing, his mouth still full of nipple and breast. She worked the other nipple with her thumb. Her tunnel gripped his rod with all her strength. As his energy rose she infused it with the chi energy she allowed through the stopcock. She siphoned his virility with her mind and swirled them both around and through them. The tempest mounted and raged as they worked their bodies together in earnest. Once the storm broke, they grunted and groaned and he collapsed on top of her. She lay there breathing heavily and he lay his head on her chest. Many flickers of a candle passed before either of them spoke.
“I think it would be a good idea for us to move back into the Main House,” he said. His fingers wandered aimlessly over her skin.
“I think so too. So, did you use your talents on the boys today?” She wrapped her legs around his and rocked slowly from side to side.
“Yup! I drained almost every ounce of virility they had and enjoyed the looks on their faces as their cod-babies shriveled up on their nuggets. They listened to me after that.” He covered her mouth with his in a demanding kiss.
“What did they do when you gathered the chi and raised their virility?” She said breaking away from his lips.
“I think they were more shocked by the decline of their koqs than they were impressed by my being able to direct chi energy.” He untangled her legs from his and moved further down on the couch. He sought her grotto with his tongue and lapped their mingled juices as a puppy does a bowl of warmed milk.
“No doubt. You codlings are all the same when it comes to your virility.” She giggled and wriggled out from under him. She jumped up from the lounge and taking him by the hand skipped down the hall, pulling him behind her.
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