Dec 16, 2013

In the Spotlight with Joey W. Hill!

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Winner of the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement award, Joey W. Hill has published over thirty contemporary and paranormal BDSM erotic romances, including four series. Her emotionally-intense love stories offer everything from vampires, mermaids, witches and angels, to boardroom executives, cops and simple housemaids. Free excerpts from all her works are available at her website, Additional vignettes, character interviews and graphics inspired by the work are at the fan forum site, accessible through


Athena is an accomplished businesswoman in control of every aspect of her life. But since the death of her husband, she’s had the desire to explore submissive cravings she’s had for some time. Unfortunately, Athena is known as a Mistress, because that’s the role she’s always played.

Her type A personality was strong enough to serve her husband as a Domme because that’s what he needed. It’s not until she meets Dale, a retired Navy SEAL, that she attempts to discover what her own submissive desires are. But letting go of her control is not so easy.

Fortunately, Dale is an accomplished Master who can help Athena live out her fantasies. And as she slowly surrenders to his touch, both of them will learn more about the nature of love between Dominant and submissive, and how it defies all expectations.


“Yes, I do want to ask you for something,” she said. “But I need to think about it.”

“Fair enough.” Dale put down the coffee, settled back against the bench, crossing his arms over his chest, a relaxed pose that highlighted the easy power of his body. “Have you been looking for a new sub since your husband’s passing?” he asked. “Is that why you were at the club?”

“Are you offering?” She tossed the smile his way, the tightness of it matching the feeling in her chest.

He chuckled. “Not hardly. But when you were watching last night, your focus seemed different . . . for a Domme. Technique interests me. Maybe you just need to talk it through with a fellow Dom, someone you know you’re not intending to top. Removes the pressure. Like an actor going over his lines with a neighbor, rather than having to do it with his costar right off.”

“Perhaps.” She needed to move the conversation away from this direction. She hadn’t denied she was looking for a new submissive, but in truth, such a thought hadn’t crossed her mind since Roy’s death. Not once in those two years, not once since she’d returned to the club, no matter how many unattached male subs had met her gaze briefly, extending the invitation. She’d been an amazing Domme, yes. With Roy.

Never again. She’d had that thought last night, hadn’t she?

He set aside the coffee. Before she could anticipate what he was doing, he removed his shirt in one fluid movement, set it aside. When he put his hand to the belt of his jeans, she wondered if he was going to strip it all off, but he was merely resting it there, shifting his weight to one hip. “Okay, no pressure. Take a look, evaluate me. Pretend I’m a sub. Let me feel it, the way you take control.”

If her tongue was currently functioning, she’d say the same thing she would if he’d offered her a shot of Jack at nine in the morning. It was too early in the day for this. Of course, maybe the Jack would help her. She was in a different environment, with an unpredictable and overwhelming man. There was no way she could summon the focus, the control, for what he was suggesting.

However, she routinely handled herself in demanding board meetings, at the podium of fundraisers attended by well over a thousand people. She knew how to genuinely smile for hours, remember a hundred different names and the key details about the people attached to them. She could coordinate or defuse complex situations, put people at ease, draw them to her with warmth and direct them toward her goals. She knew how to connect to them in ways that brought out their better sides. She took personal pride in figuring that out for each individual, so that they felt so good about signing a contract with her company, or writing a check to make the world a better place, they’d do it again.

But this wasn’t like that. It wasn’t even comparable to how she’d been a Mistress to Roy. Then she’d had his pleasure uppermost in her mind. Dale was asking her to treat this as an exercise, no one to please or understand but herself. She had no precedent for that.
From his demeanor, she was sure that any attempt to politely distance herself from the situation would be met with a frank response that left her as vulnerable as if she were sitting naked at the Garden Club. She heard the clank of the collar and tags of one of the dogs scratching outside.

She’d faced unexpected situations where she needed to adapt, evaluate and organize her response quickly. She could think on her feet. That, and the earlier feeling, the one that made her think she could tell Dale anything she was thinking, gave her the courage to test these waters, to see if she was right about what she was truly wanting.

She slid off the stool. The shed wasn’t large, but she could circle him at close quarters. He was beautiful. Sculpted with hard muscle, as she anticipated. He had some scars. When she was behind him, she lifted her hand over one, but she didn’t touch him. Her fingers hovered several inches from a mark that was likely caused by a bullet. She’d noted there was a similar one on his front side, somewhat lower. It had punched through him from a vantage point above, perhaps from a window. Or maybe from the ground, an enemy trying to deflect his charge. The thought of him facing that made her anxiety about this seem absurd.

Did he have scars below the denim as well? If he did, they hadn’t hampered him last night when he threw her attacker onto her car hood.

With his shirt off, the jeans belted so they sat at his waist, his ass was molded nicely by the fit. She imagined catching her fingers in his belt loop, closing the area between them to dare one kiss between his shoulder blades. She’d press her body against his so the curve of the firm buttocks pressed against the tight coil happening in her abdomen.

“You can touch me, Athena.”

His permission perversely made her draw her hand back to herself. She returned to his front. When she looked up into his face, he was regarding her with that unsmiling look. Her legs quivered, and she realized she was feeling a little lightheaded. She should move back to the stool. Instead, she sank down to her knees in front of him, wanting to study and absorb him from this angle. Feel.

As a girl, she’d gone to see Saturday Night Fever with her mother. She recalled the opening scene, where John Travolta was clad in nothing but a pair of snug dark briefs while styling his hair. The camera angle had been shot from the floor, practically from between his feet. The girls in the audience had squealed at the provocative angle. Her mother had laughed at their reaction.

To capture that view, the camera person had to be kneeling, looking up at him. What if, when the scene was over, the person on their knees stayed there, until he reached down and bade her to rise? Even at that tender age, the idea had captivated Athena. As it did now.
She put a light-as-a-feather hand on his right leg, above his knee. Her gaze coursed up the terrain of his powerful thighs, to the curve of cock and testicles beneath the denim. He didn’t wear his jeans tight, but they held to his shape and moved with his body as needed. Just right. She slid her attention to his belt and the layers of muscle above, then lifted her eyes to his chest. He had a mat of fine dark hair, not too thick, but not thin or nonexistent, either.

His thigh muscle flexed beneath her hand as he shifted his weight to his right hip. His buttock muscles would tighten from that change in position. She wouldn’t mind having her hand there, feeling that transition.

He reached down, brushing a finger underneath the wisps of hair across her forehead. “It’s interesting where you ended up, isn’t it? On your knees?”

She tensed, but his tone made it a neutral observation. He wasn’t mocking her. “Does that have anything to do with what you want to ask me?”

“Yes. Maybe.”

Behind the Scenes

Q. Thinking back on your first book, is there anything you would have done differently?

A. Oh, I’m sure there are a million things I would have done differently. There’s so much craft I’ve learned since then, I’d likely go through and rewrite the whole thing. I also wrote it in the 80s, when cassettes and floppy disks were commonplace and the Internet and email were still in their infancy, so the book would need to be updated. But therein lies the problem. In the intro the lovely TJ Michaels did for her reprint of Egyptian Voyage, she noted that to update the book would change it into a whole different story, so she’d decided it was best to leave it as is and keep the spirit of the story intact.

That’s the way I felt about the wonderful original three Star Wars movies, versus the horrible more recent three. The sense of swashbuckling adventure and innocent zeal can’t be recreated, because that time period has passed. However, by remembering that time period, watching them is still pleasurable (while watching the recent ones try to recapture that is simply painful - lol).

So all said and done, except for some craft work, I might not change much about my first story. It might just remain “in the drawer”, an out-of-print epic fantasy-romance that sold about 100 copies (smile).

Q. Has your perspective on the writing process changed since you became published?

A. As I’ve grown in my writing, I’ve become fascinated by the way so many authors do it the same—and differently. I love learning new things, because this is truly a craft – no one is the best writer they can be until they’re dead. (Maybe not even then, if there’s a pen waiting in the afterlife, or if you’re reincarnated to write again!)

Q. Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints?

A. I think most writers would love to have the kind of author’s life so often portrayed in movies and television – revered celebrities who sit in the widow’s peak of their ocean front beach house, crafting stories when the mood suits them while their editor patiently waits, no matter how long it takes. If there’s any talk of deadlines by the editor or agent, it’s usually in a tone of amused exasperation, not “get it to me within the next six weeks, or send back the advance that’s currently paying your light bill.” LOL – that might be the life of those who’ve already made millions on their writing, but that’s basically a tenth of a tenth of a tenth of those who are published.

So the answer to the question is I’ve never even thought of it as an either/or option. Once I started getting published, whether the deadline was set by the publisher or by my own estimation of what I needed to earn to pull my weight in paying the bills, I didn’t let myself think about it. The most important thing to me was that I write my best book every time, no matter the time constraints.

Case in point – before anybody had agreed to publish me, my first book (the one in the drawer), took about 4 years to write, in between day job and family requirements, a move to the coast, etc. Now there have been times I’ve written, edited and submitted a 150k word book in three months (though five months is WAY more in my comfort zone).

Q. Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing?

A. Oh, heavens, yes. It can vary from book to book, as if an overused word or phrase is like different strain of the flu virus, mutating and morphing from host to host. In one book it was the word “more”. In another, my characters seemed to smiling constantly, like a bunch of Cheshire cats. Action tags are something I closely watch – chuckling, smiling, shifting, etc. But words are easy to catch – just word search certain combinations and you can trim. Redundant concepts are the real hazard. I might have a heroine reach a certain emotional revelation—the same revelation, just worded differently—in three different books, and those books are scattered over a four-year period, when my head is already crammed full of the my current work-in-process, promotion, and life in general. The brain is typically lazy and will be happy to grab redundant concepts out of your head to fill an empty space. Then the readers will politely inquire if your heroines are clones or sharing the same brain (laughter).

Q. How do you know you’ve written a good book?

A. I have a few ways of verifying that. First and most important test starts in my gut. I’m a muse-driven writer, which means I’m not always going to write the most popular book, so sales numbers and national media requests aren’t what I’m using as a barometer. I do about three or four edit rounds on a book, so by the 2nd or 3rd edit I should have a good sense if the book went where I intended it to go. My personal promise to myself has always been if I can’t get a book to that point, I won’t submit it. So far, fingers crossed, I’ve been able to submit it each time.

Next layer of verification comes from my long-term readers, the ones who’ve read my earlier books as well. The types of things I want to hear are “this book is even better than the last, and I loved that one”. I’m listening for any type of feedback that suggests I’m recycling storylines, becoming formulaic, or simply did a sloppy job. Sometimes with deadline pressure, and writing book after book, you don’t always have the perspective you think you have, so it’s good to have the safety net. There are SO many authors (ones whose older books are on my favorites shelf) I wish would ask their readers this question or pay attention to that kind of feedback. If I can’t write a better book or one at least as good every time, then I need to take a breather and/or look for another line of work.

Q. How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

A. I don’t, at least in terms of details (lol). I am SO in desperate need of bibles on all my series. The only one I’ve had time to craft in detail is one for the Knights of the Board Room series, and that was only after I’d made some serious gaffes in story consistency, details, etc. But the feeling I’ve gotten is that readers would rather laugh at an author’s dumb mistake where she said her hero’s mother died in the last book and yet that same mom showed up with a pie in the current one, than for the author to delay the next book by six months to craft a series bible from scratch for a 10-book series. Ah well – maybe I’ll get time to do it when the series is over (laughter).

Now in terms of keeping characters and their storylines straight from book to book, that’s not so much of a problem, because each set of characters is very unique in my mind, apples and oranges. I don’t usually confuse that. But I am getting older, so that may be untrue in another year or two (grin).

Q. Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

A. Swooper – I do some quick timesaver type editing as I go, which is just the result of accumulated experience from writing 30 or more of the darn things, but I prefer to get it all down, then go back and do three thorough edit rounds, with a final read on my ereader so I read it like a book for the final polish.

Q. What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

A. A form of writing implement (grin). I wrote my first few books while working a demanding day job, so every moment I could grab had to count. As a result, I didn’t let myself fall into the trap of needing anything special to write – environment, space, tool, etc – and I’ve made myself keep that discipline as a full time writer. Now, when all the conditions are ideal – a quiet block of time, no family demands hammering on the door, no huge to-do list waiting behind the writing, such that I can just enjoy getting lost in the story – that’s a delight. A pure indulgence.

Q. Did you have any bad habits when you began writing? How did you correct those habits?

A. Countless, I’m sure. There is so much to learn about this craft. I’ll never stop learning, and the day I do is the day I should stop writing. The one that jumps to mind is monotonous noun-verb, noun-verb sentence structure. He wrote the letter. She read the letter. He sent the letter. You get the drift (grin). My wonderful long term critique partner Ann Jacobs helped me fix that one. The other thing I did was something we all saw in romances written in the 70s and 80s, so I came by it honestly. A lot of detailed physical description of the characters and setting right up front, rather than integrating it as the story unfolded. Time and good editor input helped resolve that.

Q. When and where can readers look forward to seeing you this year?

A. I’ll be at two conferences for sure - the Novel Experience, Mar 28-30 in Atlanta, GA and the BDSM Writers' Conference - August 21-24 in New York City. The BDSM WC is a BDSM event featuring demos, workshops, field trips and more, for authors and readers. You can click on both conference links to find out more.

Q. How do you feel about the term “Mommy Porn”?

A. I believe sex is a sacred act, and has the power, when integrated with the appropriate emotional input, to take people to an intensely deep connection with one another. It can also console during difficult moments, allow couples to laugh, learn and grow together, and be a great equalizer, because we are rarely as vulnerable as we are during sex. And yet, despite all that, whenever sex is presented as a more significant experience than ten-year-old boys sniggering over a stolen Playboy, our society resorts to name-calling to trivialize and make dirty something that is truly special. So I just shake my head and feel sorry for people who are so insecure and uncomfortable with sex they’d rather do that than honor the sacred potential of sexual interaction. The ones who capitalize on that attitude to win ratings have nothing but my contempt. Not that I have any strong feelings about it… ;>

Q. Do you prefer to write 1st or 3rd Person POV? Why?

A. Third, for certain. I don’t want to feel like it’s me talking. Good heavens, my characters are interesting, not me. I’m getting to know them the same way my readers are. I don’t want to be standing in the character’s shoes. It’s like being in a movie versus watching it. What’s the entertainment value in that?

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Dec 9, 2013

In the Spotlight with Jess Buffett!

Welcome this Week’s Featured Author

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Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She married her high school sweetheart and they live on the Central Coast with their two children. Jess is a hopeless romantic who loves stories about true love that sizzle with a happy ending—which is probably a good thing given what she writes. She is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance—anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be shifters, vampires, cowboys, or the boy next door. Jess is a firm believer in soul mates, happily-ever-afters, and love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third meeting for the brain to catch up.

Sons of the Seven 1

Will the enemy be powerful enough to break an archangel's promise?
For the last ten years, Gabriella Richards has struggled with the pain of losing the only man she's ever loved. From out of nowhere he returns to throw her life into chaos, and it isn't without consequences.
Hunter Bailey had always known he was different, but nothing could have prepared him for the truth. As the son of an archangel, he has been on the run for years from those who seek to wipe out his kind—the Nephilim. With a destiny unknown even to himself, nothing will stop him from returning to claim the woman he loves and the happily-ever-after he was promised.
Gabriella finally has the love of her life back, but at what cost? And will the enemy be able to break an archangel's promise?


Gabriella started moving forward. Nolan tried pulling her back, but nothing could keep her still. The need she felt coursing through her, urging her to the man on the other side of the room, was just too strong, powerful, and consuming. She barely acknowledged the throng of people surrounding her as she made her way across the floor, her eyes transfixed on her destination.

Her destination being the tall, strong, and commanding form of her childhood best friend. His dark, almost black, hair still fell into his sapphire eyes, and his lips looked just as soft and supple as they had been the last time she had seen him. When she stopped mere inches from him, Gabriella held her breath, unable to believe Hunter really stood in front of her.

The small quirk of his lips at her indecision answered her question. Oh, this was her
Hunter all right.

Hunter’s hand came up to cup the back of her neck, drawing her those few inches closer. Shocked at their sudden closeness, Gabriella only had enough time to suck in a breath before his other arm came around her, pulling her against his hard chest, his mouth taking hers in a kiss filled with possession and a hunger that had her opening up for more.

The kiss was fearless, robbing her of thought. Gabriella’s body melted under his mastery, becoming pliant, molding into his as if they’d done this a million times before. She felt a thrill run through her as the familiarity of the man’s embrace drew her in deeper. This was her Hunter. Oh God. Hunter’s hand roaming up and down her back created such delicious sparks of electricity along her spine. She’d never felt so hungry, so needy.

Pulling back, needing to breathe and to see his face, Gabriella felt tears pool in her eyes. “You’re real.”

Hunter smiled down at her, his eyes softening as his large hands cupped her face. “Yeah, Gabby. It’s me.”

How was it possible? Hunter was standing right in front of her, kissing her. It was all so surreal. She caressed her fingers over his tanned face, taking it all in. His features, once boyish, were different. They were replaced with a strong jaw line and an essence of confidence and maturity. Gabriella noticed that his eyes, though still the same startling sapphire, now held flecks of azure and shards of cobalt that made them seem fiercer somehow.

Still the same, but so different as well.

“I missed you.” The deep rumble of his voice made her weak in the knees and dampen between her legs. It was such a strong reaction, it startled her out of her haze.

He had been gone so long.

Too long.

What the hell was she doing?

Wrenching herself out of his arms, Gabriella gazed up at him, at the boy who had left her broken and alone. The longer she stared into his eyes, the more furious she became with both him and herself. Why on earth was she kissing him? And how dare he show up like this, acting like he had all the right in the world to be there.

Raising her hand, she delivered a blow straight across his handsome face. Hunter had clearly not been expecting that reaction because he staggered back, his shock evident as his eyes
widened and his hand covered the abused cheek.

“What was that for?”

“Really? You have no idea why I would want to slap you?” she seethed. “You disappeared, Hunter. You left when you swore you never would. I thought you were dead.”

His face softened, which just served to irritate her more. “I know my leaving like that must have hurt, but surely you can give me a chance to explain.”

Unbelievable. The bastard thought she actually had to give him a chance. She didn’t owe him a fucking thing.

“No, Hunter. I don’t have to give you a damn thing.” Spinning on her heels, she headed for the doors leading to the stairway. Screw waiting for the lift. The sooner she got out of there the better.

“So that’s it. You won’t give me anything?” Hunter called out behind her.

Pausing at the doorway, she turned to see him still standing in the spot she had left him, and smiled sadly. “You know, if you had shown up a few years ago, I probably would have given you anything you asked for.” Her face hardened, and she narrowed a glare on him. “But I was weaker then. I had to become tougher because the pain of losing you was too much to bare. So congratulations, Hunter, you made me a stronger person. You should be proud.”


Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

I’m a Swooper, completely. I’ve started writing two new series with two other authors, and my poor co-authors are finding that out the hard way. lol

What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

Lately? The Blue V energy drink. I blame Hazel Gower. She introduced them to me and now I am hooked.

Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints?
I work best on a deadline, definitely. I floundered there for a while, had a few months where nothing was released because I just couldn’t finish any of my WIP, but with the help of two friends, I was able to finish the books I was working on.

Thinking back on your first book, is there anything you would have done differently?
I’ve definitely fallen more in love with writing paranormal. The first two stories I ever completed were contemporary and while I love them still, if I wrote them now, they should probably end up being shifters, at least Cowboy’s Chocolate Roses would. Lol

What is your least favorite part of the writing process?
Any form of editing. Lol

What types of scenes are your favorite to write?
Snarky or sarcastic ones. The ones where one of my characters has just had enough, totally over it. It’s when I get to use all those little inner monologues I have going for my everyday life, and just let them out. LOL

Character Profile

Name: Hunter Bailey
DOB: April 3rd, 1985
Height: 6”4
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Occupation: Angel, Son of an Archangel and protector of Nephilim.

Bio: Hunter Bailey had always known he was different, but nothing could have prepared him for the truth. As the son of the archangel Gabriel, he has been on the run for years from those who seek to wipe out his kind—the Nephilim. Hunter is kind and loving, he is also extremely powerful for his young age. He had been forced to stay away from Gabriella for her own good, for more than 10 years, but now that he has gone through his transition and become a full-fledged Angel, so nothing is going to stand in his way.


Color: Green—emerald to be exact.
Movie: Mortal Kombat.
Band: Skillet
Song: Hero by Skillet
Time of Day: Night. When he can let his wings out and fly in the sky. Being so young, he is unable to conceal himself in flight during the day.

Lightning Round
Boxers or Briefs: Commando ;)
Die Hard or Terminator: Die Hard
Dirt Road or City Skyline: City Skyline
Steak or Chicken: Steak
Rock or Country Music: Rock
Beer or Wine: Beer

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Dec 2, 2013

In the Spotlight with Olivia Black!

+Alicia White


I fell in love with romance novels years ago and read everything I could get my hands on, from contemporary to paranormal. Thousands of books later, I'm still an avid reader. 
I started writing ménage romance a couple of years ago with Siren Publishing under the name, Alicia White. Recently, I decided that I wanted to branch out and with the support of my publisher, I started writing Man Love under, Olivia Black. This is my first series, Silver Bullet.  
I love waking up in the morning, getting my iced coffee and sitting down in front of my laptop. Going on adventures with my characters, makes writing the best job on the planet. My hope is that readers will find something positive in every book I write and that they will enjoy the journey along the way. Happy reading!

The Alpha’s Mate: Silver Bullet, Book 1

Now Available from BookStrand!

Alpha Gideon Channing isn’t just the leader of his pack in New Orleans. He’s also the owner of Silver Bullet, a gay club that offers everything from a dance floor to a dungeon. The club caters to all of its customers from shifters to vampires and even humans.
Josh Gordon is human. He’s just graduated college and is ready to party.  He knows that paranormal’s exist. In fact, everyone does, it’s not a secret. After drinking and dancing with his friends, large arms wrap around him and he’s instantly blown away that a huge wolf shifter would be interested in him.
The two men spend a wild night together, but when Josh wakes up, he’s scared of the awkward morning after. He can’t understand why his heart hurts with each step he takes toward the door. Before he can sneak out, Gideon stops him and convinces him that he needs more than just one night.

      Gideon Channing scanned the crowd through the monitors, looking for any signs of trouble.  It was his job to make sure that all the shifters, humans, and vampires mingled well together. No one had ever been injured or forced to do anything since the opening of his place, Silver Bullet, and as owner and pack Alpha, he planned on keeping it that way. From his office, located above the club, Gideon couldn’t hear the pounding music, but he could enjoy the view. Sitting back, Gideon watched gorgeous, half-naked men gyrating across the dance floor rubbing against each other, creating a sea of delicious, sweaty flesh. 
      His pack of red wolves had changed so much over the years and he was content with the way things were. Before his father became the Alpha, the wolves had been ruled with an iron fist. Members of the pack were punished and put to death for whatever infraction the tyrant of an Alpha considered to be disgraceful or wrong. Families were broken a part, children slaughtered for stepping out of line, and men and women were held to different standards.
      He could still remember the night when he came clean and told his father he preferred men. He didn’t expect the man to accept him as easily as he had, with open arms.  That same night, his father told him a heart breaking story about an uncle he never knew existed. The man had been killed for his sexual preferences, murdered, before his father was old enough and strong enough to step in and fight.  Since then, his father felt guilty over the loss of his older brother. A man that, from what Gideon heard, he resembled in a lot of ways.
      When he took the reins from his father, the few families that remained went with his parents to Europe. Now, his pack consisted of gay men, a haven for anyone that needed a safe place in honor of the uncle he never knew. Some of the men he’d grown up with and others found and joined them over the years. Their numbers were growing and he always welcomed anyone who needed a place to call home.
      The clubs success could be attributed to the entire pack and their hard work. The Silver Bullet had become well known for catering to everyone and their tastes whether conservative or wildly kinky. The large profits not only helped them all live a life of luxury, it also paid the way for the younger members to further their education. College and traveling were important elements in a young pup’s life and he didn’t want any mistakes closing this place down.
      Ever since the paranormal world had been exposed to human kind, years ago, they’d lived in relatively peaceful conditions. There were rogues, but they were policed closely by a group called, F.P.A. or Federal Paranormal Agency. The paranormals couldn’t be blamed for everything though. Humans committed crimes and killed all the time. There were radical groups also known as PARA-haters out there, but their numbers were small and Gideon’s pack hadn’t had any problems with them for a while. Where ever those trouble makers were, he was glad they weren’t in New Orleans, harassing his pack.
      After human-kind got over the shock that shifters and vampires were real and not a myth, most humans became curious about paranormals. Over time humans started trusting that they weren’t in any danger. Gideon named the club, Silver Bullet, as a little joke since many human’s believed that shifters or werewolves could only be killed with silver. He wouldn’t confirm or deny that rumor.  
      Gideon’s hope was that the Silver Bullet would bring everyone together, paranormals and humans alike.
Having a club was also a good excuse to help his pack find their mates.  He’d been searching for his own far too long in his opinion. At thirty-five, he was ready to settle down with a good man by his side.
      Scanning each screen, he watched his employees for a few minutes before checking each dark corner, the dance floors, and even the private rooms. Security and safety would always be his top priority. Everyone coming inside his club knew that, and all the players agreed to the discreet surveillance. It was one of the reasons they were always busy. The other was due to the fact that they were the hottest gay club in the state, and quite possibly the country.
      The Silver Bullet was a sprawling building almost a block long in the warehouse district in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was a well-known hang out and attracted lots of different clientele. Luckily, they could accommodate everyone’s tastes. From quiet relaxing atmospheres to extreme forms of BDSM, the club had it all.
      Gideon made sure to do his homework before opening. He wanted this place to be the go-to for paranormals and humans alike. The sprawling club was cut up into different mini-clubs, some more private and exclusive than others. In fact, in order to get into the dungeon, each member needed a background check and a psych evaluation. If they passed, then they were given their own four digit code.
      He loved New Orleans. It had it all. The big city, music, food, swamps, and open spaces that allowed him to shift and run freely. To him, Louisiana wasn’t like any other place in the world. There was a certain magic that hung in the thick air and clung to a person.
      After a few minutes of watching the sexy men on the screen, he heard a knock before the door opened. Gideon swiveled his chair around and grinned as his Beta, Sean Griffin, strolled in. His best friend could easily be mistaken for his brother. They looked similar in a lot of ways.
      “Enjoying the view I see. You should come down and see it up close and personal.” Sean winked.


Q: Do you write full-time or part-time?

I write full time right now, but that will be changing very soon. I’m going back to school to continue my education. I’ll always write, but my schedule will be different.

Q: Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

I get my daughter off to school, hit the gym, grab my iced coffee, and then, its writing time. I spend the morning getting as many words in as I can. Some days are better than others.

Q: Do you write every day?

Yes, I spend at least a couple of hours writing each day. On the weekends, I usually spend the day with family, but in the evening, I open my laptop.

Q: Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?

My daily goal is between three to five thousand words. Sometimes that varies depending on how motivated I am. J

Q: Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

For this series, Silver Bullet, I did a lot of plotting. I wanted to make sure that each story was unique along with the characters. I also looked through pictures of hunky men and used them as inspiration for the characters. It makes describing them a lot easier. 

Q: How long on average does it take you to write a book?

The time varies and depends on how inspired I’m feelings. Some days, my fingers glide across the keyboard and others, I stare at the screen.

Q: Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?

I move to a different WIP (work in progress). If I’m staring at the screen and the words aren’t coming to me, I close the document, and open a different book I’m working on.

Q: For your own reading, do you prefer ebooks or traditional paper/hard back books?

I have a nook and a full shelf of traditional paperback books. I’m a huge reader and have been for many years. Reading is an important part of my life.

Q: What books are you reading at present?

There are so many books. I read constantly…anything romance. 

Q: What would you say are the main advantages and disadvantages of self-publishing against being published or the other way around?

Honestly, I don’t know a lot about self-publishing to really weigh in. I enjoy writing for Siren, they are a great company. The folks there are always willing to work with me and they are very supportive. I write ménage under Alicia White and now, I’m writing Man Love with a brand new pen name, Olivia Black. I feel very lucky to be a part of the Siren family. 

Q: Which social network worked best for you?

I’ve never been a big social networking person, but since writing, all that changed. I love connecting with the readers and other writers. Facebook has been the big one, but I’m also on Twitter.  

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