Welcome to guest author Jane Aire for Wicked Wednesday

Hi Jane, thank you for visiting the blog today



Tell us a little about yourself
Well, I was raised a bit all over. Born in London. I adored reading from a very young age. I suppose it was a bit of an escape. I was always the new girl since my family moved around so much.

What book have you brought along to tell us about today?
I've just begun the Black Rose novella series. Episode One is available as an e-book. I've been told that it's not for the timid :) It is a very honest, very steamy BDSM novella. 



Here's the blurb:

Christina Raddick must face her inner most desires when an old friend shows her what has been missing from her marriage. The two of them embark upon a heated-at times violent affair. For seven days he pushes her, manipulating her mind and conquering her body, until what’s left is a woman she doesn’t recognize.

Desperate yet satisfied. Tortured but titilated.

Christina must make a choice. Her marriage or the affair.

But what kind of woman leaves love in search of pain?


Are you working on another book right now?
I'm kicking around ideas for Episode Two. I haven't decided if I'm going to continue Christina's story or begin again with new characters.

What do you enjoy most about writing?
The therapy. Or exorcism, depending on how you look at it. I write first and foremost for myself-to deal with whatever thoughts or feelings are plaguing me at the moment.


Would you like to see any of your books as movies?
LOL. Omg. That would be interesting. I'm not sure I could handle that. I'd probably sit in the back giggling and blushing like a school girl.

If so can you name any actors you would like to see as the lead characters in your book.
Nope. These are such atypical roles that it is difficult to imagine anybody in them. They'd have to have a dark streak within themselves and that's not something that actors generally display. But for the sake of argument, let's assume race and age didn't matter (all of my characters are young and black).

Benicio Del Torro would be fabulous as either male lead.
Jennifer Lewis as Christina's mum. Maybe Joy Bryant as Christina. Possibly Michael Ealy as Ty.

What things do you like to do to relax?
I'm a nature-loving kind of girl. I love flowers. When the weather's nice I like to stroll through the botanical gardens. Or camp and hike, horseback riding, things like that. I'm not really made for Chicago weather. I don't think I'll be here long.

Do you have another job as well as writing?
I do. I design perfume bottles.

If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?
To be impervious to the weather. I'd love to feel warm in the middle of a blizzard. That would be cool.

If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
I'd like to hop around from one glorious paradise to another. Fiji ...Hawaii … all the -ee islands.

What kind of car would you have if money was no object?
I doubt I'd spend a lot of money on a car. I'd just pick whatever electric car suited my needs and get all the options I wanted. I've always wanted a sunroof, leather seats, and a place to plug in my ipod.

What’s your favorite food?
Sushi.

Favorite color?
Black.

Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?
I like the theme from Mission Impossible. And Bad Boys. Oh, and My Best Friend's Wedding. I would go with the last one.

Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.


Chocolate or vanilla?----- chocolate

Dog or cat?---- cat

The film or the book?----- book


Jeans or dress? dress

Beach or Snow resort? beach

Heels or flats? heels

What do you love best about yourself? My eyes.

What do you like least? I don't think we've got time for that. I've got an entire blog dedicated to that, LOL.

Do you have anything to share with other authors that might be a help? Decide from the start what you define as success and don't be swayed by other people's definitions.

Is there anything you would like to say to your readers? Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Can you share one of your favorite parts of one of the book?

 
“Did you fuck ‘em?”
         I spun around, water dripping from my finger tips onto my bare feet and the floor. Ty wasn’t known for being subtle but even I wasn’t prepared for that one.

                “Don’t look at me like that. A man don’t feel like a man if his woman don’t wanna fuck ‘em.”
               
                “Th-That’s none of your … of your business.”

         “Oh please woman. Come on now, you know I’m right. Your mama so damn bitter she couldn’t see the sweetness in a peppermint stick. And you let her turn your head on him. What he do that was so awful you had to close up shop on ‘em? Hmm? He my boy so I know he ain’t do nothing cause he woulda told me.”

         It wasn’t that simple. Not everything came down to cheating. Married folks had plenty of ways to do each other wrong. But it wasn’t like I could put my finger on what it was exactly. I just knew that somewhere between our sixth and seventh wedding anniversary things had changed.
“So, you just gonna ignore me and go back to them dishes. The dishes ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Ty wasn’t known for his patience either. He was up and at my side in seconds. “Look at me. Look at me.”
I felt the familiarity of his strength take control of my body and his eyes poured into mine. Invading my body, stealing my breath, and all my good intentions. What Ty wanted wasn’t as simple as he made it out to be. He wanted me and Chris to be happy. But he also wanted to destroy me in the process. Push and cajole me as if I were his own personal play thing. It may not have had anything to do with me or maybe it had everything to do with me, I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t see straight when it came to Ty and me. Or Ty, me, and Chris.
“You need to fuck him. Tonight. You hear me?” His grip migrated from my wrists to my face. Squeezing until my lips puckered outward. “Answer me woman. You gonna fuck yo’ man tonight or what?” He resisted my attempts to regain physical autonomy. His big barrel of a chest absorbed my protests without flinching and with one serious tug he pulled my face back around to facing him. “You gone fuck him real good … yeah … have that pussy nice and wet for him. Ain’t ya?”
He squeezed my face so tight tears slipped from my eyes as my facial muscles began to spasm. The best I could manage was a meek, “top Ty.”
“N’all I ain’t gonna stop until you say it.”
“I taint …”
To that he let me go and watched as I rubbed the feeling back into my cheeks. “I’m gonna be back around tomorrow to check on thangs. Take him to get his haircut. And I wanna see a difference in him. You hear me? No more of this self-pity shit. That shit’ll get a brotha killed in a second. So, you betta fix this.”
The funny thing was once he released me I didn’t even try to answer him. I just looked at him. Felt like I’d known him longer than I knew myself but who was Christina and what did she want? As usual, that came second to what Ty was doing to me and what Chris wanted from me. Third, really. I was always third in my life.

Find the book:


It's 99 cents right now on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B2TGUZ2

The countdown to the release of A Celtic Tapestry begins


Eight writers, erotic and enticing new work out 
March 21st.

A Celtic Tapestry
A story for every season

   Livia Elllis-Beltane
Tara Stogner Wood-Lughnasa
Miranda Stork-Samhain 
  Laura De Luca-Imbolc
Carolyn Wolfe-Midsummer
Hunter S. Jones-Yule
 Elle J. Rossi-Spring Equinox
 Elodie Parkes-Autumnal/Fall Equinox

Monday always needs a boost and if coffee can't do it then try a snippet from my short in the erotic anthology.



Ava watched him as he stood up and stepped closer. She had never felt the kind of sexual attraction she felt right then. Morgan could feel it too. The young woman before him seemed to be radiating need, and he soaked it up. He liked it. He looked at her and he wanted to fold her in his arms and kiss her. It was a good feeling and one he hadn’t felt for a long time.
They stared at each other. Morgan thought nothing of being without his shirt. Ava thought only of running her hands along his smooth skin, and perhaps even letting her fingertips follow that little line of fine dark hair that started low on his body and dipped into his jeans.


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Sample Sunday interview with Lucy Pireel



Welcome Lucy thank you for visiting the blog today
Tell us a little about yourself

I’ve always been a story teller, but nowadays I like to see myself as a writer.
A little background for the ones among you who like to know things about the writer they read.
I’m an avid reader and writer. Love trying my hand at baking and cooking. If I need to unwind you can find me outside walking, or inside twisted into a pretzel while doing yoga, or I might be trying to bake a multi-layer cake. You’ve got to love those cakes!
My favourite genres are most definitely all of them. I hate it when people try to stick me in a box, so I do my best not to fit in any and yet I feel at home in all.
What do I write? Romance, Fairy Tales with a twist, horror, sci-fy, and fantasy. You see? I told you so, not just one genre for me, I like to write it all, except YA. For some reason I haven’t gotten much love for that, or dystopian.
That’s me in a nutshell, if you follow me on the book of faces (aka FB) or my blog, you’ll come to know me better over the course of time, no doubt.

What book/s have you brought along to tell us about today?

My first one Red Gone Bad, a collection of twisted fairy tales.
A small collection of twisted fairy tales in  which the heroines are not what you might expect from them.

 Once upon a time ...

Little Red Riding Hood took matters in her own hands

And the miller's daughter struck a flawed deal with Rumpelstiltsken

In these--and two more--twisted fairy tales there are no happy endings and you'll find out those heroines are not what you might expect from them.

Then there's Heaven's Closed, two shorts available for free.
A woman on a deserted road. She has an order to stay but encounters a man. Is he just a man, or the Devil? Will she be saved, can she save herself, or is it all in her mind?

Two writing witches set out to get the man they want.
Will those fallen angels be stronger than the written magic? Or is the pen mightier than the sword after all?

And my latest publication, Bound and erotic BDSM novella.
A young, successful woman finds herself attracted to a man who is known for his promiscuity. She has no idea if he wishes to play with her the way she wants him to.

While working together, they become closer. When she dares to reveal her wishes, he only only asks her if she's ready to say 'please'. After she does, the games begin.

But where will they end? 

Are you working on another book right now?

I am! More than one actually. A full length erotic, paranormal, urban fantasy novel, for which I'm currently trying to find a publisher. Or I might self-publish that one too.
And another collection of shorts, this time on the horror-side. Two are in the final stage of polishing by me before they're off to the editor.
And, yes there's more, two novellas. One about a man who walks the dreams of females searching for his queen and one about a king who's lost his throne and tries to regain it by using blood magic.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

To be able to let your imagination run free and have no limits on what you want to happen, apart from what I limit myself too.

What do you like the least?

The fact that there are people who insist on the fact that things aren't possible. It's my imagination, anything goes, right? O, yes and that thing in romance writing they call rules. No cheating, shifting rules and whatnot. What if the cheating is necessary to the story? But it's not allowed, so there's no way to have that part in the book. Not if I want it traditionally published.

Would you like to see any of your books as movies?

That would be great! But if it will ever happen? But if it does, my choice would be ... (I need to think on it for a while, be right back, jut popping out for a coffee.) All of my shorts, as a television series.

If so can you name any actors you would like to see as the lead characters in your book.

No! *scurries away* That question keeps coming back to pester me. I really have no idea. I love Helena Bonham-Carter though. She could play any of the creepy females. The others? If anyone has suggestions after reading my books, let me know, please?

What things do you like to do to relax?

Yoga, walking. I am trying to bake things and brows the internet for recipes.

Do you have another job as well as writing?

Not at the moment. I'd love to pick up teaching yoga again.

If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?

Instantly change location, travel without the need to actually travel, what bliss.

If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?

Where I live at the moment is quite nice. No need to change, not even if money were not an object.

What kind of car would you have if money was no object?

Oh, wow. I'm really indifferent as to what car I drive. The only thing I need from it is that it takes me from A to B. Make, color or engine type are of no importance. No, not even if money weren't an object.

What’s your favorite food?

Chocolate.

Favorite color?
Eh, ... Blue? Oh, no make that purple. Wait! All kinds of natural colors. Shoot! You know, I don't really have a favorite color.

Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?
Kashmir by Led Zeppelin.

Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.


Chocolate or vanilla?-----
Chocolate

Dog or cat?----
Dog.

The film or the book?-----
Book

Jeans or dress?
Dress

Beach or Snow resort?
Snow

Heels or flats?
Heels

What do you love best about yourself?
Me.

What do you like least?
Nothing.


Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?
Enjoy the read and forget about the world around you while reading.

Can you share one of your favorite parts of one of the books?

From Bound
Later that night when they were sat around the dinner table, the men dawdled until Raphael said, “Gentlemen, I believe it is time for you to go. I suggest you go home if you can remember where you live. The slumber party is over.” He threw a glance at Amelia, who pursed her lips while his eyes devoured her and he added, “You, however ...” he grinned as wicked as sin, “will be staying.”
“I guess I will,” Amelia answered, trying hard not to purr.
The men rose and piled left-over cake onto two plates. Michael smirked.
“Mind if we hang out upstairs instead and watch a movie?” Avner asked.
“Or in the studio?” Michael corrected. “I’ve got this idea and I won’t be able to work on it at home.”
Without waiting for Raphael to answer, they left the dining room with a stash of the assorted miniature cakes Amelia had ordered for dessert. Behind the kitchen door, the opening and closing of the fridge, clanking bottles, and then a dropped one sounded. “Holy mother of mine!” swore Avner. Shards slid across the tile floor after being kicked and then silence finally came after the other door slammed shut.
All the while, Raphael sat staring at Amelia. Then he reached into his chest pocket and placed a nipple clamp on the table. Without saying a word, he played with it while looking at her, waiting patiently.
She reached over the table, showing more of her cleavage while taking the bottle of water furthest away from her. “Can I get you anything, Raphael?” she asked.
“I think so, yes.” He slid his chair back, away from the table. Sat there, he scrutinized Amelia. He kept silent and rolled the clamp between his fingers the way a magician works coins.
Amelia walked out of the room, went to the studio and took the ropes she’d got from his flight case earlier. Then she returned, sauntered towards him and dropped to her knees before his chair. Looking up, she offered him the package and whispered, “Have I pleased you, sir?”
He examined the ropes--crimson and natural colored hemp, prime quality and well cared for--and made an approving sound as he regarded the whipped endings before he put them on the floor. Then he placed his hand on her nape, wove his fingers through her hair and held it tight against her head. Heat burned in his eyes as he slowly tilted her head. He brought his face close to hers and breathed against her lips, “Maybe.” Then he let go of her hair and pushed her down on her heels. “We need to talk before we take this any further. But you know that as well as I do, don’t you?” He sat back again and said, “You may stand.”