In the Spotlight with Honor James!

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Born in the mid-seventies, this thirty-something woman has only been writing for the last six years of her life, faithfully that is. Honor has always been scribbling a phrase, a curious word or the oddest of thoughts down on anything she could find laying about. Now she piles them up before her and, if one catches her fancy, she further explores it to whatever its end might be.

 A lover of books, her reading material spans from Shakespeare to mysteries and all the way to the erotic. Anything and everything she can lay her hands on she'll read. Though, these days, she leans more toward the paranormal than anything else.

 Poetry was her first love lasting about three solid years, don't ask, she won't show many of them to anyone. Then short stories became the focus and finally she began to write for more than just writing what came to mind, she started to write for pleasure and to tell the story that begged to be told.

 Life and family came next, working full time as a Customer Service Representative and raising two children got in the way and the writing that she so loved as a teenager seemed to be pushed off to the back burner of everything.

 So several years past and her children turned into more than the babies that demanded her attention and into young children and then teenagers with different demands, ones that allowed her to once more spread her imagination to the wind and ask for more, want more.

 As with all great things the door to her notebook written word might have been closed and placed on hold, but where a door closes another one opens and in this case it was with the advent of buying a computer.

 Honor spends many a sleepless nights pounding at the keyboards. She is a consummate professional in her daytime career however at night her visions swing to the fantastical and in those long hours after the children and husband are in bed, she weaves together words and blends up stories that not only bring a whole new meaning to romance, but sizzle the pages with a heat that will have the readers begging for more.

Under Her Spell

Liberation Manor 1

Bookstrand

[Ménage and More: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, witches, spanking, sex toys, HFN]

After living for so very long, the men became disillusioned with life. When Melisande D’Acre walks into their Manor the men all come alert and ready to kill.

Wearing the face of the woman that cursed them all, every single man there wants to kill her, every man except two that want instead to tear her clothes free and find out what exactly was under the facade of the hard ass that faced off against thirty-two very pissed off highlanders.

Twin sister to the evil witch that cursed thirty-two highlanders so very long ago, Melisande does all in her power, including tying her life force to a spell she created to ensure that the men would somehow find their freedom via a small loophole in the original spell. Little did she know that she would be the first woman to walk into the Manor to set the ball rolling.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpt

“Cassandra was so very certain that you would never be able to break the curse because no one woman would ever want to be with two men such as the Warriors that you are. In our time especially that would not have flown over well.” She sighed and turned to face hunk number one again. “I can see why she was so taken with all of you.” She felt her fingers itching to touch him, dammit. Not good. At all. “However what I did was ensured that in time a woman would be born that would not only be able to break the curse for you a pair at a time, but would ensure that you three were happy for the rest of time, if that was your choice. Immortality is something that we as Witches enjoy, however as Highland Warriors you may not., she murmured. “But I had to choose and in that I’ve chosen to give the trios the choice. Forever or only what is left of a small human lifespan.”

“This choice ye speak of,” Colton said, leaning his shoulder to the wall, “How is it to be made? Are there some words we must speak or some task that needs to be done? Is it even up to us or to the mystical woman ye say may pick us as pairs?” Hearing Markus’s snort he looked to him. “His skepticism is just, m’lady, not many even in a time as liberal as this would be willing to live and be with two men. Some would never want to live in sin like that and others may find it daunting.”

“The moment that you touch her you will know,” Mel told him. “You won’t know who the partner is until he touches her as well but the second that you touch her…” She licked her lip. “You will start to feel a burn, an ache. A small band will form on each of your left ring fingers when you consummate the act. Even if you don’t recall the act, due to being drunk or whatever, you will all know that the bond has formed and you won’t rest easy until you have completed the trio. She won’t care. The woman. All she will know is that she loves you and the love will come quickly. It will start the moment that you meet, the feelings, and build from there. It will only grow from there.”

Turning, she faced both men. “You will feel your mouths go dry, and then water. You will look at her and simply know that you have to have her. You will feel the need to protect her, you will want to woo her. And as for her.” She shrugged her shoulder slightly. “She will ache. She will begin to burn. She will know that there is no one else she would rather spend time with. She will do anything to make you happy and you will her. It won’t matter, at all, to her what society thinks because the love that the trio will share will eclipse everything.”

“For the straight men in the room,” Markus said putting up his hand, “What exactly do ye mean by completing the trio? ‘Cause I have to tell ye, I am not at all comfortable with what ye’re words imply, lass, not in the least. So please, clarify that point would ye?”

Mel looked at him and shook her head, “Not like that, you bloody arse,” she muttered. “I mean when one of you fills her from both holes and cum inside of her. The three of you all climaxing at the same moment, the same breath of time. Your hearts, in that moment, will stop and when they begin to beat again it will be at the same rhythm. It will be magical.” Because she had ensured it would happen. “There might be ups and downs, some of you might fight it but it will always end with the curse being broken.” Either that or Mel would die. She had literally placed her soul, her life on the line to save these men.

“Ye’re not telling us something,” Colton said, moving closer to look down in her eyes. Staring at her for a long moment, he narrowed his own. “What aren’t ye telling us m’lady? And if ye would, speak the full truth now.”

“If all of the Tri’s aren’t found before a certain time has expired I will die.” 

She didn’t even sugarcoat her words. “It was worth it though. Cassandra had no right to do to you what she did. If even one pair of you are able to find your happiness and forever after with a woman that can love both of you equally then my life is well spent.” She was a White Witch and a protector of Earth, Moon and Man so she would do it again if she had to simply because what was done to them wasn’t right. Even if it felt incredibly personal to her, she knew she would do it again.

“Yer blood,” Colton murmured. “That’s why ye’ll die isn’t it? Because ye used yer own blood to solidify the spell ye made. Bluidy hell woman,” he snapped out at her. “Are ye daft? Who the hell does something tha’ asinine? Bluidy playin’ the cards fate hands ye is bad enough but this.” He spun away and paced the room before coming back to stand before her. “Why?”

“Because no one deserves what she heaped upon your heads. No one. I did it because it was right,” she murmured and moved back away from the men slightly. “Since you all know exactly who was on that field and was cursed will you simply pass along to them that there will come an end to their suffering? That one day a woman will walk into their lives and be the one for them. The Trios will form, all of them, they have to.” She had already begun to feel the Trios’ women starting to wake and find their way towards the men. She just hoped they all were able to complete within the small time she had left.

Behind the Scenes

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

I think that I would have perhaps changed a bit about the heroine

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

I have learned a lot over the year since I was first published with Siren and so because of this, I’ve changed how and what I write.

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

Freedom is best for me honestly

Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing?

The word “that” I find myself using that word a lot!

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

I’m always worried about if the book is good or not. As long as one person loves the book, to me it’s a good book.

How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

I use Google Drive a great deal. I use it to keep my characters, and what they are doing, organized.

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

I am a total Swooper. I write first and look at edits, well – far later.

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

A happily ever after.

Do you have any rituals, habits, or superstitions about your writing?

 I listen to music when writing. I have to have music on or I can’t seem to focus. That and a bottle of icy cold water on standby.

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

I will be in Las Vegas in March at a JK Publishing conference and in February I will be in San Antonio at Wild Wicked Weekend. J

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

I write only in 3^rd person POV, simply because that’s how I feel / hear the story in my mind.

Are you always in the driver’s seat? Or do your characters drag you along for the ride?

I haven’t been in the drivers seat in my stories for a long time. My characters drag my happy butt along for the ride.

What is your least favorite part of the writing process?

Edits.

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