Thursday, October 16, 2014

In The Hot Seat With H.C. today is C.V. Madison

Welcome , please tell my readers a little about yourself :-)                

Bio: C.V. Madison  is a licensed massage therapist, author, feminist and gamer full of schadenfreude pie and Mountain Dew. She pens urban fantasy, horror and steampunk with a side of heavy romance. Her characters are straight, LGBTQIA  and some shades not on the spectrum. She has been published in both fiction and non-fiction anthologies.
Through the month of November, she can be found in local coffee houses, over caffeinated and armed with her trusty laptop as she strives to bang out 50,000 words in 30 days for  National Novel Writer's Month. She serves as a Municipal Liaison for Columbus, Ohio.
C.V. does book reviews for the  Yeah Books! blog  and  Masquerade Crew  as well as hosting book tours with  Ally Nation. She also writes for the  Caffeine Crew  and is a member of the  D20 Girls.  She often procrastinates  on  Twitter.

Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
I write primarily romance, but it comes in the form of fantasy, horror and steampunk. Although I've been known to do contemporary and most of my work has been LGBTQIA. I guess the best word would be “eclectic”.
Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?
I try to write a little bit every day. Sometimes life doesn't let that happen.
Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?
I used to be a pantser, but recently I've found myself plotting a little more. I often get a brilliant idea for an opening scene and write from there until I'm exhausted. Then I go through and plot out the rest.
Q:  What qualities do you instill in your heroes?
That varies from hero to hero. The hero of my contemporary The Layover is a kinky, saucy boy. The hero of With Proper Maintenance is a neat freak with big shoes to fill.
Q. Coffee or tea?
Since working in an indie coffeehouse, I love my coffee. Especially Blue Mountain coffee. However, I've been drinking a lot more tea lately.
Q. Beach or countryside?
Beach. No questions asked. As long as it's warm and sunny.
Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?
I haven't written many of the places I know. I've visited Chicago. I'd like to set something in Toronto, but we'll see what happens there.
Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
Random ideas pop into my head. Sometimes they come from dreams. Sometimes from story prompts. And sometimes I read a book and go, “Cool concept, but I'd rather do it this way.”
Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.
I've made changes in my life so writing is easier. I suffer with anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder. Without getting into all the symptoms, getting help has made writing much easier.
Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?
I've been incredibly lucky. I've only gotten three rejection letters so far and all of the advice given was pretty spot on. I coped by joining a crit group to get better. The better you are, the less rejection letters you'll get.
I offer the same advice with rejection as I do with taking critique. Read the rejection. Put the letter or email away for a week. Then go back and read it again. Often the sting is out of it by then and you can make real progress in making the changes that need to be done.
Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
I really like Laura Anne Gilman and her Retriever series. I really liked Orson Scott Card's Ender saga. And Tigana by Guy Gavriel Kay does emotion like nobody else. I also really like Nathaniel Hawthorne.
Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
If I have a submission call for something pressing, I jump between. If not, I usually stick with one at a time, but I often get ideas in the middle of a novel for another work I've been doing and sometimes pause to jot a scene or two.
Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?
Most certainly. I've had a recent three month hiatus. Although I call all my characters who are clamouring for attention my “muses”, so maybe that's not an accurate answer. My characters are always with me. Inspiration, however, is sometimes not.
Q. What motivates you to write?
I have a head full of characters who insist their stories be told. I also enjoy the outlet of pouring words onto a page. It's very cathartic.
Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?
Write. Revise. Get someone published to crit your work. Revise again. Your friends and family, as much as they love you, are your cheerleaders, not your peers. You need someone who can give you hard advice on what you've written before those dreaded rejection letters come in.
Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?
I wrote a post apocalyptic ninja short story that is slated for publication. No release date yet, but I'm pretty excited. I'd like to do a novel from the short story.
Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?
The story was for an anthology submission call and wound up being its own novella instead. Ethan has been with me for a few years and I'd like to write a book about his mechanical adventures in the future. I've always liked odd couple stories and Ethan and Cecil are about as different as you can get. They say opposites attract!

Title: With Proper Maintenance
Author: C.V. Madison
Release date: 09 October 2014
Publisher: Jupiter Gardens Press

Named the youngest head engineer in the history of his company, Ethan Cole’s first voyage on the Platinum Bow is his chance to stand out from his father’s shadow. His dream is dashed by the roguish Cecil Goode, promoted to Ethan’s position just before the ship sets sail. When the Bow is hijacked by pirates, Ethan and Cecil have to work together to bring the pirates’ nearly wrecked ship to safety. Will they make it to port before the ship plummets from the sky? And what will become of the combustible passion between them? Will it outlast the pirate attack?

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Excerpt 1
Ethan signed the bottom of the requisition form and gave the list another once-over. Accuracy was the key to a clean, tight, steam-powered airship. All forms were submitted in triplicate with neat, easy to read handwriting. Two copies would be on the captain’s desk within the hour, just as promised.
Three sharp raps brought him from his work as he finished the final pen stroke. Ethan set aside his quill, careful not to spill ink or make a mis-mark on the copied requisition forms, and pulled open the door.
Captain Quinn, a tall man with a head of thick black hair,  a lantern jaw with a cleft chin and, presently, five-o-clock shadow, filled the doorway. He wore no coat and tie, his shirt was unfastened three buttons down and his trousers hung wrinkled. Ethan hoped he covered his shock at the captain’s attire.
“Good evening, Engineer Cole. I hope I find you well.”
“Indeed. What might I do for you, Captain?”
“Have you walked through the engine compartment? Is everything satisfactory for departure?”
“I found a few pieces in need of attention. I am duplicating requisition forms now, sir.”
“Requisition form?” The captain’s thick fingers pinched the corner and plucked the crisp page from Ethan’s grasp. “I can’t even read this.”
Ethan’s cheeks heated. How could he have been so foolish as to keep the original in hand when he answered the door?
“I will make the submitted forms legible.”
“Tut, tut, tut.” The captain wagged a stout finger and leaned in, his cologne mixing with the bourbon on his breath. “You come highly recommended. I have no worry. Go, find what you need, stop off at the office on the way back and give them your forms. I can’t exactly allow them to see me like this and expect to keep my job, now can I?”
Ethan shook his head and took a step back. The captain weaved in the doorway and, thankfully, returned from whence he came. Once the pervasive odor of stale bedsheets and hair oil dissipated, Ethan drew a breath of relief. If the captain didn’t dry out, Ethan would be certain they wouldn’t leave port. A captain should keep his wits about him at all times. At any point a mechanical failure or invading ship could kill an entire crew. Ethan would not become another casualty of piracy.

Friday, October 10, 2014


Trapped in a medieval world, will Jill win her captive’s heart before the delicious shape-shifter sells her into slavery?
Jill Morfranna, a sassy redhead from New York, is enjoying a photo shoot in the Scottish Highlands when she stumbles into an alternate realm. Trapped in a frightening world of strange creatures, her life turns upside down when a sinfully handsome shape-shifter kidnaps her. Will she win Dare of Knight Watch’s heart or will he trade her for his sister at the next slave auction?

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Jill opened her eyes and blinked to clear her vision. Pain shot through her temples. She wet her parched lips and glanced around. Where am I? Above, a light flickered and illuminated the curved wall of a cave. Terror gripped her and turned her stomach. Oh Lord, I’m tied up. Rope secured her hands and feet. She wrestled against her bonds and gasped at the pain in her wrists. The rough rope had shredded her flesh. Panic rose up her throat in a sob. She rolled onto one side and stared into the gloom.
A small fire surrounded by stones glowed in the darkness and the man from the loch sat cross-legged beside it, his hands resting on his knees. This time he wore soft brown and cream leather clothes.
Jill lifted her head and glared at him. “Where am I and why have you tied me up?”
His large, hooded eyes watched her for a long moment. He rose in one fluid movement and ambled to her side. He cupped her chin in one large hand and examined her face. He mumbled under his breath then knelt beside her and pressed a waterskin to her lips. She shrank away in fear at first, but then common sense took over. If she wanted to survive, she had to stay hydrated. She put her lips to the spout and took a long, greedy swallow. She coughed, choking. Rivulets of cold water spilled down her chin, and into her hair.
“You do not know, Human?” He lifted her hair and ran a warm finger over one ear.
Jill jerked her head away from her captor. She took stock of her surroundings and frantically sifted through all the information she had read about hostage situations. She wanted to scream her lungs out. I must try to stay calm; this is the first rule of survival.
“Well, I know I’m in Scotland, but where, precisely, is here? Why do you call me ‘Human?’ Why am I tied up?” She wiped her mouth on her blood-streaked arm.
The man sat back on his haunches, his face concealed by the shock of black hair that hung to his shoulders like silk. Disorientated, her head pounded and the many cuts across her arms and face burned. He leaned toward her to check her bonds and the waves of fear dissipated. His warm, musky scent delighted and intoxicated her senses, and she sucked in his fragrance like a pain-killing drug. He is gorgeous. I bet he would make a fortune as a cover model. She shook her head. Had she gone completely mad? The man had kidnapped her and might murder her in the next second.
“You are tied because you are my prisoner, and I know not of this Scotland that you speak. This is the realm of Lyoness.”
Jill picked at the knots at her wrists. “Then I’m lost. Why do you call me ‘Human?’ We are both humans.”
He lifted his dark head and glared at her.
“I am not human. I am Arious Pride. He snorted as if insulted. He turned away and bent to add more sticks to the small fire. “You have a name, Human?” He pushed the hair from his face with both hands, and lifted his head to stare at her with frightening intensity.
“Jill Morfranna.”
The man tipped his head back and hissed. His full lips curled to display remarkably white fangs. A knife appeared in one of his hands and he sprung toward her with menace. Jill screamed and rolled away, clawing at the ground in a frantic effort to escape. He has fangs. Oh shit, he’s a vampire. Vampires really exist.
“Witch! As I thought, Morfran sent you through the Stones to bewitch me and steal my soul. I have found the device you carry. Tell me the truth, and I will let you die swiftly with dignity.” He stood over her, waving a sharp blade from side to side.
Jill looked into eyes filled with fury. She sucked in a deep breath to steady herself. He would kill her in an instant if she failed to placate him. She fought back tears pricking the backs of her eyes. Stay calm and reason with him.
“A witch? Give me a break. Do you really think they exist? Look, buddy, I don’t know what you’re on, but I don’t have a device to steal souls. No one sent me to bewitch you. Look at me; do you really believe I could do that? I am butt ugly and fat and no man would give me a second glance. This Morfran person would send someone beautiful to bewitch you, not someone like me. You must be able to see that.” She shrugged. “I’ve never met Morfran, but I do know about the Morfran Stones. In fact, I visited them this morning and took some shots, that’s all.” She inched away until her back hit the hard rock wall. “Hey, let’s talk about this before you kill me.”
The man inclined his handsome head and sniffed, his mouth open as if he tasted the air.
“Mayhap I was mistaken, Human. If you believe, you can trick me you should know that I am not easily fooled. Know this because I will kill you if you allow one lie to cross your lips.”
Jill lifted her chin and met his gaze. “I won’t lie to you, I promise.”
“I can smell your fear, but your underlying scent is indeed strange. Like honeysuckle. It makes my head ache as if it is a demon scent. If you speak the truth, do you claim that you are unable to wield sorcery over me, Human?”
He had calmed, his gaze had turned softer somehow. Jill tried to plaster some semblance of a smile on her lips pleased her calm demeanor had worked to some extent. “I swear I have no special powers, and I’m sorry my perfume offends you. What’s your name?”
He slid down on the floor next to her, and leaned his back against the cave wall. Jill desperately tried to appear calm and unthreatening. With a little luck, she might be able to talk herself out of this. Her attention went to the dagger in his large hands. When he reheated the sharp blade, she sighed with relief.
“You speak in riddles, Jill of Morfran. If you do speak the truth, it would seem that you came in error through the Gate. The Stones hold great magic. Our wise men say they can send travelers through time, and dimension. The Fae tell stories of lost humans abandoned within the Five Gates, never to return from whence they came.”
He sat in silence as if contemplating how to continue the conversation. The long, uncomfortable moment hung between them until he inclined his dark head.

“My name is Darrius of Knight Watch. My friends call me Dare. Methinks witch or not, I will spare your life, for now. You will make a fine trade for my sister.”

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

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Prowling the Vet

MFM shifter hotness!
Laura is a veterinarian in a country town near the spectacular Canadian Rocky Mountains. She's intelligent, beautiful, over-sized, and not interested in a relationship with any man. When she literally gets knocked off her feet by a pair of twins, she's horrified to find she can't resist the attraction.

Brandon and Tyler have been waiting for their perfect mate since they were teenagers. Brandon's buried himself in alcohol and women, but Tyler's so lonely it hurts. When they meet the voluptuous Laura they must pull together to win the heart of their fated mate, and prove why a Perfect Pair of mountain lion shifters are exactly what she needs.


Oh God, she was the one. Her taste, oh fuck…her taste!
Fire was burning under Brandon’s skin and he couldn’t clear his mind of the sweetness of her mouth. Every inch of his body needed Laura to touch him again. He’d never craved such a thing before. He wanted to strip off every item of clothing he wore and beg her to lay her hands on him. How pathetic was that?
“What just happened?” Laura swayed a little from side to side where she sat on a hay bale, looking as intoxicated as though they’d fed her a bottle of whiskey.
Brandon shook his head and growled at his brother. He couldn’t talk, and he wasn’t explaining this to her. He felt wild. He only held onto his lion by the tips of his claws.
“It’s proof that you are meant to be ours.”
Brandon threw up his hands and walked to the far end of the stables, shaking his head and grunting.
Fuck, Tyler! I thought you’d be more eloquent than that.
He strutted back to the place where Ty and Laura sat, just in time to see Laura’s shocked expression turn to one of outrage.
“What?” She screeched, the sound bouncing around the barn.
Brandon glared at his brother and stepped into the exit so she couldn’t get away. Now that he’d tasted her, he knew she was the one, and there was no way in hell he was letting her get away.
In truth, he’d kissed her hoping to feel revulsion at her size, to dislike the way she kissed him. Anything to assure him that he had not found his mate, that he could continue to live the life of a carefree bachelor.
He’d been wrong.She was his and now he’d never let her go.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that…”
Tyler really did have to work on his charm if that was the best he could do.
“Shouldn’t have said that? Shouldn’t have said what? What the hell is going on?”
Laura was really screeching now, and seemed to be hyperventilating as her breath wheezed in and out.
Tyler was doing nothing, and Brandon really didn’t like the noise.
He strode forward and grabbed her arms, silencing her with his mouth. She moaned and sunk into his embrace, making his body come alive. Her taste exploded through his senses, the perfect combination of sweetness and lust. He needed her.
Her hands slid under his shirt and stroked his skin. His lion leapt inside him, then settled to purr.She pulled away a little to whisper against his lips. “Why do I want you like this?”
Brandon couldn’t speak but he moved his hands down to her ass and gave it another good squeeze. Fuck, why did he like that so much?
“Brandon? Tyler?” Their mother’s voice called out to them and Brandon reluctantly stepped away from Laura. It almost hurt to do so.He hated the loss of warmth when her hands weren’t against his skin.
“Here you boys are.”
Their mum stood in the doorway, her lovely wide smile on full display as she looked between the three of them. She gestured to them.
“Laura. Come with me and meet some of the family.”
Laura looked up at him, her green eyes worried and open.
Brandon nodded once to her and she seemed to slump. She better not want him to protect her from his mum. That was never going to happen. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure it was possible.
Laura moved up next to their mother, her lovely cotton dress clinging to her curves. That ass just called out to him. Bend me over and fuck me, please.
He shook his head and growled in impatience. When would they be able to claim her?
Rosalie took Laura’s arm and looked back over her shoulder at them.
“Come on, boys. I think Laura needs to meet some of your cousins.”
Brandon groaned and shared a mutual aggravated look with his twin. Their courtship of Laura had just been completely taken over.

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Saturday, September 27, 2014

RELEASE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Black Knight

Will Sir Alano return in time to save his lover and delectable sex slave, Degare, from a fate worse than death—a wife?
England 1075
Sir Degare Aucourte’s heart belongs to the Black Knight, Sir Alano, the formidable warrior who taught him all a man could give to another. Degare becomes a slave to his handsome lover’s erotic punishment and craves no other but after a month of bliss, Alano returns to Spain with his regiment.
Ordered by King William of England to marry an elderly Spanish countess, Degare must find a rouse to avoid the marriage bed. The last thing he desires in his life is a woman—let alone a wife.
Will the Black Knight return to mend Degare’s shattered heart and resolve his intolerable situation?


With a heavy heart, Degare turned on his heel and strode from the solar. He marched along the passageway and slipped down the spiral staircase leading to the cloisters. A light breeze brushed against his cheek. A flash of sunlight piercing through the ornate columns brought a memory long buried and his heart twisted with the pain of lost love.
That day had dawned like this one, brilliant and fresh. He smiled. The memory of the first time he laid eyes on Alano, filled his mind in absolute clarity. As he strode onto the practice field on that long ago morning, the sun had shined with the exact brilliance. The soft, gentle wind had carried the same sweet scent of honeysuckle from the bushes on the perimeter of the forest.
Knights from across the sea had journeyed to England to train in order to compete in Vespers. King William’s knights upheld the reputation of the Norman king’s prowess in combat, and many knights came to do battle from England and lands far away.
On that fine morning, he had omitted his armor, favoring the comfort of leggings during training. He had pushed on his helmet and then with sword in hand strolled onto the field with his young squire…and time stood still.
He remembered vividly gaping in awe at the battle taking place in the middle of the arena. As he gazed from the window across the empty field, his mind conjured the memory in brilliant clarity. A magnificent Spanish knight, naked to the waist, advanced on his opponent. The knight swung a heavy sword and crashed the sharp blade down without mercy upon a faltering challenger. The dark knight stepped and twirled in a deadly dance with muscles bulging in thigh and arm. Degare’s groin had heated with each of the man’s graceful but lethal moves.
He had bitten his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood at the sight of the knight’s hair, black as a starless night, clinging to the thick sheen of sweat across his muscular, bronze-skinned shoulders. His gaze had drifted to the man’s black leggings molded to a rock-hard ass and long, muscular legs.
In awe of the handsome knight, he watched transfixed. The delicious man had turned and raised his sword to deliver the deathblow, stopping short of decapitating his opponent. The black knight called for the man to yield, and with the correct reply given had dropped his sword. Then the man had lifted his dark eyes to Degare and winked. Dear God, his face was sinful. A dark angel, with lips so full and lush Degare’s cock had raised in a salute.
The dark knight’s deep-sienna gaze had traveled down Degare’s body in a blatant appraisal and come to rest on his straining shaft. Heat crept up Degare’s neck and into his cheeks, but he held the handsome man’s sinful gaze. The knight’s full lips turned up at the corners as he regarded him with a long fathomless stare. Degare’s heart had pounded with fear. He did not have the strength or where with all to survive a challenge from such a man. He had turned away in a dismissive gesture and addressed his squire in an attempt to flee the field without causing alarm.
“I have decided not to train today.” He handed his sword belt and helmet to the boy and avoiding the knight’s stare, headed for the stables.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

In The Hot Seat With H.C.Brown-Loretta Laird

Hi Loretta, tell my readers a little about who you are and what you do :-)
  My name is Loretta Laird and I am a romanceaholic! I love to get lost in a book though seldom get the opportunity being a busy mum to 4 daughters! I moved from England to Australia in 2009 and love the lifestyle here. I enjoy cooking, mostly cakes as that’s what I love to eat. My ambition is to buy a cabin by a lake and sit and write all day, creating worlds and stories that are enjoyed by many.
Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
I have been published for about eighteen months now and it has been a rollercoaster ride! I love to write what I like to read which is hot romance in any genre. I have published a trilogy with Steamereads which is called The Passers and is a fantasy quest story. Recently, I have been fortunate enough to be published by Luminosity Publishers. The book is called Captured by a Laird and is a highland romance with a good dose of passion.

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?
I write only when I can fit it in, much to me own frustration. I would like to write from dawn to dusk but my commitments keep getting in my way! One day... (she closes her eyes and drifts off into a lovely dream!)
Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?
No, I probably should but I just write, then read it, rewrite, read etc. I usually write in order but not always. I have a lovely friend who is a very visual person so she reads my work and prompts me to add more detail to certain areas.

Q:  What qualities do you instill in your heroes?
Passion, strength, humour and fantastic bedroom skills!
Q. Coffee or tea?
Depends what time of day. Always tea to start the day, then coffee from 11 – 4 then back to tea again.
Q. Beach or countryside?
Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?
I prefer to make up places then I don’t have to be accurate!

Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
I love to read so ideas spiral in my head until they form into stories.

Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.
Yes, give up my day job and adopt out my children! (Just joking on the last one!)

Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?
I have found that most rejections come with a very good reason so I just move onto the next one. I was lucky to have been signed write early in my career. I do still have a non-fiction book that I am finding impossible to get ‘out there’. I just put it to one side and try every few months, getting on with other things in the mean time.

Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
I have enjoyed reading books from my fellow authors recently so am discovering new talent. I love the Cats Eyes Chronicles by T.L.Shreffler.

Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
I usually write in the evenings as I work full time. Sometimes I get some precious time at weekends to lose myself in my writing.

Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?
Yes, quite often actually but I find reading back what I have done and having a few book on the go give me more options.

Q. What motivates you to write?
A life of being a full time writer.

Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?
A good idea, a catchy title and lots of sex.
Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?
I have a SiFi coming out soon with Rogue Phoenix called Deep Space Dreaming and a couple in the pipeline from my alter ego Willow West.

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?

Blurb: After the death of her father and disguised as the legendary Green Bow Lena strives to protect her home from the greedy lairds who covert her fertile land. While riding one day, she is abducted from her mount by Stef, Laird of Harris who believes he had bagged himself the notorious Green Bow.
As Stref arrives to hang his prisoner from the tower, a prickle of doubt creeps into his mind.
What follows is a feisty tale of adventure and betrayal before the couple can declare their love and embark on their happy, if rather lusty, ever after.

Excerpt: Stref’s lips came down hard and fast. His tongue darted into the moist warmth of her mouth, claiming her with a dominant fury. Lena pulled herself close to him, bringing her body alongside his. Her hands snaked around his head bringing him down to her, fully absorbing him into her embrace. Warning bells sounded in her head, but it was too late, Lena felt the hard length of Stref’s arousal. There was one place she longed to feel him, and that place throbbed with anticipation of his possession. Desperate to convey her need, Lena pressed herself closer to Stref, her hips moving with an instinctive rhythm.
The second onslaught of the bird at the window drew the pair apart. This time Lena pulled away from the giant man and raced to the aid of her pet. She called out soothing words as the creature wailed a lament. At the sound of his mistress’s voice, Pride calmed and took off again. Lena sighed with relief as she turned to face the man who she had so wantonly seduced.
“Clever,” he nodded, his hands clapping slowly in mock admiration. His dark eyes had turned from soft grey to flint as he looked at her with disgust. His lip curled as he turned to leave. “Get some rest,” he snarled.

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Monday, September 22, 2014

In The Hot Seat With H.C. Brown: Author Jennifer Denys

Welcome, fellow Luminosity Author, Jennifer Denys. 

Q .Can you tell my readers a little about yourself?          

Jennifer is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.

An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!
Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!

Q:  Can you tell our readers a little about your writing? What genres do you enjoy writing?
I like to dip in and out of several genres. I have written BDSM (and elements of this are in many of my stories!), contemporary, romantic comedy-type stories, paranormal (werewolf), sci-fi, MM, MF and ménage. I love writing a funny scene but I also love more intense scenes. The one genre all my friends thought I would write is historical as I am an historian. However, I know how much research I would do to ‘get it right’! However, there is a bit of history in my Work In Progress… read further on.

HC.  A girl after my own heart, I love the freedom of writing cross genre as well :-)

Q:  Do you write on a schedule or when the Muse decides?
I refuse to have a daily word count as that would take the fun out of writing, and as I have a full time day job I don’t always have the energy. So I tend to write when I am rested and relaxed.

Q: Can you tell us about your writing process, for example, do you write an outline first?
My writing process is to come up with a story idea. From there I break it down for the outline into likely chapters – but very broadly, eg, ‘BDSM Scene’. This is because I enjoy the freedom of seeing what happens to the characters and the plot as I write it – and often what I had originally envisioned changes as I write. For instance, I didn’t know the paddle was going to be carved with a rose in ‘Kink After Dinner’ – in fact, I didn’t know, my characters were going to use a paddle until they picked it up!!!!

Q:  What qualities do you instill in your heroes?
Oh, that would vary, depending on the story so some might be very dominant with little humour but sexy with it. Some might be push overs with a lot of humour! All of them have to be good looking, though! It’s a requirement. LOL

Q. Coffee or tea?
I’m English – of course it’s tea!

Q. Beach or countryside?
Countryside. I am a nature lover.

Q. Do you write about the places you know or prefer to take your readers to exotic places?
Actually I’ve never set any of my stories in a specific place (unless it is a sci-fi). So the readers can make up their own minds if it is in the UK or the US. I have used place names taken from those my friends live in, but that’s as far as it goes. ‘Kink After Dinner’ is the first one I have deliberately placed in England (but in an un-named town). This book is a ‘teaser’ for a longer book which is set in an English country manor. I had fun studying a map of England looking for a wood or green area that I could site my manor.

Q: Where do you get your inspiration?
Could be anywhere. My (non-writing) friends and work colleagues have stopped talking to me because I included several items they told me about their personal lives! ‘Kink After Dinner’ is about people who live the ‘swinging’ lifestyle and this came from writing friends who introduced me to swinging – before them I didn’t know anyone who did it.

Q: Would you change anything in your life to make writing easier.
Yes, don’t have a full-time job! However, I don’t make enough from the writing to pay the mortgage (and feed the rabbit!)

Q: We have all suffered submission rejections. How do you cope? Do you have any advice to other writers on coping with rejection?
I have only had two rejections –when I tried to submit to a particular publisher and they turned me down twice (oh, and one for an anthology). So each time I re-wrote and submitted it elsewhere and it’s been accepted. I won’t be submitting to that particular publisher. Don’t know why they rejected me but it could just be that my style didn’t suit them. Who knows. Don’t get bogged down. Just move on. My advice to other writers if they have repeated rejections is to get a friend (preferably another writer) to read it and give an honest opinion.

H.C.  I think this is the case with many authors. I know many who have been constantly rejected from a particular publisher, then had their story picked up by another and it ends up a bestseller. Horses for courses. Yes, having another published author to work with is a great idea.

Q: What do you like to read and who are your favourite authors?
My favourite genre to read is sci-fi and my favourite book of all times is ‘Lord of the Rings’ by J R R Tolkien. Favourite authors from the world of erotic romance include: Roxie Lee, Tatum Throne, Susan Laine, Jan Bowles, Mari Carr, Janine Ashbless, Debra Glass…. The list is endless.

Q: Do you write one novel at a time or do you move between works in progress?
I am a one novel at a time person, although I have a few others I have done a vague outline for.

Q: Do you have times when the Muse is away on holiday?
I wish the muse would go on holiday. I have too many story ideas and not enough time to write them all up!

Q. What motivates you to write?
Hard question! Umm. A need to create, I would say. I work as an administrator in my day time job and am OCD about being organised so it is nice to balance out that side of my brain by utilising the other, less rigid, side!

Q. What advice would you give to unpublished authors approaching an e publisher?
1. Read the publisher’s requirements that will be on their website.
2. Read what ‘head hopping’ is and try to avoid it before submitting your story. In fact, read up as much as you can about the writing techniques before you submit.
3. Be professional in your cover email, eg, they don’t want an emotional author saying ‘they will die if the publisher doesn’t accept their story’.

 H.C.  Great advice :-)

Q: Is there anything you would like to share with us about upcoming releases?
‘Kink After Dinner’ was fun to write because it has a heroine who is a similar age to myself so I included things like throwing off inhibitions later in life and taking up BDSM, how wearing a basque keeps the expanding stomach in, and how you might worry what the neighbours think. Is any of this autobiographical? To a certain extent. LOL

Q: Can you tell us a little about your current novel? What inspired you to write this story?
 The story I am working on is untitled as yet, but as I said earlier, is set in an English country manor that holds BDSM events. It struck me how many double-entendres there were that are associated with a manorial estate, eg, there will be a ball in the ballroom with the emphasis on ‘balls’ (and I am not talking dancing here!). ‘Paddling’ takes place in the boathouse, the riding crop is used on the submissives and not the horses in the stables, and so on.

Blurb: Kink After Dinner. 8pm. Usual place. Wear the new purple basque – no knickers. Expect some SERIOUS (!) paddling. No touching until then. Master.

Beth hurriedly hides the note she has received so her family won’t see it.

Her daughter regards her parents as stuck in the mud. If only she knew! When Beth decided to throw off her inhibitions she was able to thoroughly enjoy her middle years, despite the usual body issues, including attending a BDSM event and starting a relationship with a Dom.

Putting on her purple bustier and high heels as ordered, and covering up with a coat, she leaves her husband engrossed in his carpentry workshop to walk to a neighbour’s house. This is the home of swinging couple, Alistair and Helen, with whom she’s had several encounters over the past year. And this begins a wonderful evening of kink—bondage, spanking, paddling, handcuffs, and orgasm denial.

Then her husband turns up.

Reader Advisory: This book contains a heroine throwing off her inhibitions, taking a lover and having fun with BDSM in her middle age.


Beth Sheridan quickly glanced up from the note she was reading. She bit her lip as she looked around the breakfast table, fully expecting her family to be staring at her, as her nipples hardened in response to the suggestion in the note.

Both her husband and daughter were at the table with her. Amazingly, no one was looking in her direction, and she breathed shakily in relief. Her daughter was playing some game on her phone and her accountant husband, Tom, was reading his usual Saturday newspaper, half-turned away from her. She glared at the back of his dark head. Here she was planning a secret assignation and he wasn’t taking any interest. Instead, he was engrossed in the financial section of the paper.

Her inclination was to stuff it hurriedly back in her pocket, but that might look suspicious. Not that her family would think she was up to anything untoward. No, her son, Simon—now away at university studying media production—and her eighteen year old daughter, Elin, both thought she was a boring, middle-aged woman of fifty-two married to a boring, middle-aged man of the same age whom she had met at school. She had a very comfortable marriage.

She sighed and slowly folded the note she’d found on the doormat earlier.

“Shopping list, Mum?” Elin looked up from texting, making Beth jump.

More like a naughty list.

Smiling secretively to herself, Beth placed the decadent evidence in the pocket of her apron.

“Hmm. No. An invitation actually.”

Oh, yes. An invitation to sin.

Tom snorted, startling Beth. “Not another one from the neighbours.”

Elin’s chin dropped, her green eyes shining with excitement. “What, the ones who’re swingers?”

Beth was horrified her baby knew about such goings-on. “What exactly do you know about those things, young lady?”

How has she found out?

“Oh God, Mum. Get real.”

“Elin, that’s rude.” Tom frowned at his daughter. Her husband had always been strict with the children, a job she found difficult herself.

Her daughter rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows the Hardings do wicked stuff like that.”

“And what they do is none of your business.” Tom’s voice held a note of stern authority.

Elin shrugged. “Whatever.”

Beth was still worried about exactly what Elin knew. “Alistair and Helen are very nice people. Anyhow, the invitation isn’t from them.” At least, not directly. She hoped that would divert her daughter’s attention.

But Elin just continued. “As if either of you would do anything so cool. You are both stuck-in- the-mud. Never go anywhere. Just work in a boring office or stay home and watch repeats of CSI. You probably can’t remember the last time you had sex.”

She gasped. If only her daughter knew. Beth might work as a personal assistant in a bank, but in her private life, things were anything but routine.

Her very private life.

“Elin!” roared Tom.

Before he got a chance to say anything more, Elin noisily flounced out of the room.

Her husband swore. He glanced over the top of his glasses at his wife and gave her an intense look. “I’ll certainly be glad when she goes off to university and we can have some peace and quiet.”

Beth nodded in reply. Tom loved the kids dearly, as did she, but they were looking forward to having the house to themselves. She could get her toy box out and not have to hide it away—Tom knew about her vibrators.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts Beth missed what Tom was asking. “Hello! Are you listening?”

“Sorry, darling. What did you say?”

“What was the invitation for, anyway?”

Beth was hard-pressed not to smile broadly, as she tried to avoid her husband’s probing eyes. “Just a reunion.”

Tom raised his eyebrows. “Oh, anyone I know?”

She shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “An old friend from school days. Can’t remember if you knew him or not, you were in a different house than me. He’s married these days.”

“Are you going to meet him?”

As she paused, trying to think of an appropriate response, Tom went back to his paper, shaking it to straighten it out, seemingly uninterested in her answer.

Elin came back in the room at that point, and Beth held her tongue. Her daughter hurried to the table, grabbed her phone, and rushed out, furiously texting while totally ignoring her parents.

“Where are you off to?” Tom asked his departing teenager, his head still buried in his newspaper.

“Staying over at Millie’s,” was the passing shot.

Beth shook her head wondering if anyone ever looked at each other anymore. They were almost like a reality television programme showing a normal, middle-class family, married for over two decades, settled, contented, and loving.


Tom did look up then to peer over the top of his glasses in the direction Elin had disappeared as he raised his voice, “How long will you be gone?”

Their daughter said something that was almost incoherent before the door slammed.

Her husband sighed, and looked at Beth. “Did you get that, my dear?”

Beth smiled at the long-suffering tone in his voice. “You’ll be pleased to know she is out until tomorrow evening.”

“Good. Peace and quiet at last.”

“I imagine you are going to work on that new model airplane I saw arrived in the post yesterday.”

“Hmm. Maybe. I also have a couple of other things I need to finish first.” Tom loved tinkering around with wood, quite frequently making things from scratch as well as kits he bought on-line. It wasn’t just model planes. He liked toys of all sorts.

Beth stood up to clear the table.

“You didn’t answer the question, my dear.”
As she lifted the teapot, Beth froze. Her hand was shaking and she quickly put the pot down again. “I’ve forgotten what it was.” She stuck her hands in the apron so he didn’t see.

“Are you going to meet your friends?”

She felt herself flush as he looked intently at her with his brown eyes. Her high colour was something that had annoyed her all her life. At least she could put it down to having a hot flush these days. “Possibly. Not sure I’ve got anything to wear.”

Tom was clearly getting bored with the conversation as he looked back at his newspaper once more. “I’m sure you’ll find something in your cavernous wardrobe.”

Despite her husband being deep in his paper, Beth still responded, her tone slightly sarcastic, “Hmm. I seem to recall a purple outfit. I might wear that.”

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