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Author Interview: Wendi Zwaduk

Today erotic romance author Wendi Zwaduk is with us.




I first met Wendi in Cincinnati at Lori Foster's Readers and Writer's Get Together two years ago. A few months after, Wendi answered my email when I was looking for critique partners and we've worked together since. Wendi's a wonderful person and awesome writer so I've been blessed to know her.

I'm looking forward to seeing Wendi in person again this June at Lori's event. Until then, please help me welcome Wendi. Leave her comments and ask questions.

I've read all her stories and I know you'll love them. Please check them out.

This is Wendi's bio at Total-E-Bound:

I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favourites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.


I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. You can also find me at my blog

Ashley: Why do you write (erotic) romance?

Wendi: There are things I know I’d never do in real life, but the characters in my head are bursting to try them, so why not give in to my inner muses and let everyone free? Plus it’s fun to see what the boundaries are for each character.


Ashley: What romance subgenres do you write in? Why?

Wendi: Contemporary, Historical, and Paranormal. I write contemporary because it comes the most natural. Its happening now. Historical is only the Ancient Greeks because I have a love of the ancients. Paranormal... A certain Ashley Ladd wrote a vampire story and inspired me to write a vampire story. Plus, it was neat to incorporate some personal things into the vampire story so, I think it’s my favorite so far.

Ashley: Are you aware of any themes that run through your stories? If so, what are they?

Wendi:I have military themes that run though my stories. He’s in the military and she’s the one left behind. I’d love to reverse it, but just haven’t yet. Also, I have a tendency to write brunettes. Being one myself, I favor the darker haired heroine.

Ashley: What would you like readers to take away from your stories?

Wendi:A sense that justice can prevail, the girl can get the guy of her dreams... and that love really does exist. Real philosophical, huh?

Ashley: What inspires your stories?

Wendi: Just about anything. The vampire story, My Immortal, came from a personal challenge to myself to write a night creature. Right Where I Need to Be came out of a discussion with a good friend who suggested I should write a story of opposites that really aren’t so opposite. Learning How to Bend came from a challenge from the same friend to write the hottest story I had in me. The follow-up to LHTB, Must Be Doing Something Right, came out of a conversation with a character in LHTB telling me he needed his own story. (It’s really busy in my head.)


Ashley: Will you be attending any book or writing conferences this year? If yes, which ones? Where and when?

Wendi: I’ll be at the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together, June 4-6. I’d love to go to RT or RWA’s shindigs, but I can’t afford it yet.

Ashley: Do you have any book signings or author appearances coming soon? If yes, where and when?

Wendi: I am scheduled for a book signing at my local library, in Ohio, June 7th! The first actual signing, and I’m scared to death!

Ashley: What is your writing schedule?

Wendi: I don’t have one. I go with the “get it in when I can and hope it all makes sense” theory. I have a notebook with me at all times because I forget things, but also because I find that riding in the car, or sitting at a restaurant can be great places for inspiration. Once, I was sitting in the passenger seat at the Lowe’s Home Improvement Store, watching the people, and I got a great ideas for alpha males.

Ashley: Do you have any other passions besides writing? If yes, what are they? Why?

Wendi: Art. I went to school to become an art teacher, but I found I loved art history more—Greek and Roman art. I had this one crusty teacher who taught ancient Greek art, and he was really hard to get along with, but he’d been to Greece and Rome, so he made the places and objects come alive. Plus the sculpture is so beautiful.

Ashley: What is your fondest memory?

Wendi:  Being in the parking lot of the chocolate store in the pouring rain when DH popped the question. I don’t want to go into a ton of detail, but it was very romantic.

Ashley: What is your favorite comfort food?

Wendi: Mt. Dew and Cabury hardshelled chocolate eggs. They are only out at Easter, but I could eat a ton... I haven’t, but I could.

Ashley: What relaxes you?

Wendi: Nothing. I’m not a relaxing type of person. I’m terminally keyed up.

Ashley: What is your favorite guilty pleasure?

Wendi: Taco Bell food, erotica, Jon Togo, and Gerard Butler. I love me some ménage stories.

Ashley: What decade has been your favorite? Why?

Wendi: Um... I don’t think I really have had a favorite. All the ones I’ve lived in have had great times.

Ashley: What is your favorite way to promote?

Wendi: I’m still learning about promotion, so not sure, but I love doing the blog tour. It’s fun to meet new people and see some great blogs.

Ashley: Where is your favorite place to write? Why?

Wendi: Anywhere I can have my laptop. I’m more of an in front of the television kinda girl... or my iPod... so as long as I have my computer... I think I’m good.

Ashley: What is your favorite fairy tale? Why?

Wendi: Sleeping Beauty because I always wanted a dress that changed color. Plus I think the hero is darned sexy.

Ashley: What was your favorite vacation?

Wendi: Bristol Tenn. We saw a bunch of NASCAR races, walked on the track, and just had a great, fun family time.

Ashley: If you had another career, what was it?

Wendi: Art Teacher, k-12. Honestly, I can handle the public no sweat. Teenagers scared the dickens out of me. Why? They are darned jaded and a lot of them have little respect. And a lot of parents expect teachers to rear their kids instead of it being a partnership.

Ashley: If you didn’t write, what would you do instead?

Wendi: Right now, be a mommy. But I also work for the Long and Short of It Reviews.

Ashley: If you could have one wish, what would it be?

Wendi: I honestly have no idea. I’d like to say something grand like world peace or drinking water for everyone, but I have no clue what I could wish for that would help the most people.

Ashley: If you could describe yourself in only one word, what would it be? Neurotic.

Ashley: Who is your favorite American Idol contestant this year? Why?

Wendi: The little girl from Toledo.... can’t remember her name cause I don’t actually watch the show. But I’d pick her cause she’s from Ohio.

Ashley: Are you a cat or dog person? Do you have any pets and if so, please tell us about them.

Wendi: Cat person. We had two cats, but one passed earlier this year—Rusty Wallace. I still have one cat, Kenny Wallace. He’s a chubby orange cat on the order of Garfield. We also have two dogs, Jojo (so named after a former student who wanted my DS to be a girl), and Darlington. Jojo is a mixed breed who was supposed to be a beagle, but she got tall. Darlington is a beagle-basset mix.

Ashley: Please tell us about your most recent release and where we can purchase it.

Wendi: Learning How to Bend came out April 19th from Total E Bound and can be purchased at www.total-e-bound.com and Right Where I Need to Be comes out today, from The Wild Rose Press and can be purchased at www.wildrosepress.com, amazon.com or bn.com

Ashley: Please give us your urls and your publisher’s url.

www.wendizwaduk.com

www.wendizwaduk.blogspot.com

www.total-e-bound.com

www.wildrosepress.com

Ashley: Is there anything else you’d like to share with your readers? Please do so here.

Wendi: I think that sums it up pretty good. I loved being here and hope to come back soon!

Thanks so much for joining me. Of course, since we're critique partners I get the pleasure of your company a lot. Plus I'll be seeing you this June in person at Lori Foster's Readers and Writers Get Together. I can't wait. :)


Blurb ~ Learning How to Bend:

Abby Donovan imagined nothing could change her simple life as a librarian. Her loving husband Seth, a mechanic in the Air National Guard, is scheduled to return from a short deployment in Iraq. Before he gets home, a letter arrives. It seems Seth is asking for a divorce. She must decide whether to walk away without a fight or to wait and confront him with the thing he's always dreamed of - a ménage a trois. But all is not as it seems.


Seth Donovan wanted an idyllic life to go along with his career in the military. Then he sees the atrocities of war firsthand. A conversation with a colleague ends up as fodder for the rumour mill and so much more. Seth never wanted a divorce. He wants his wife. Will she accept him despite the rumours and advances from another man? Or can their relationship withstand the turmoil of war?


Excerpt ~ Learning How to Bend:


“When can a fantasy be more than just a figment of the imagination?”

Abby Donovan pushed the sweat-soaked strands of hair off her forehead. “When the object of one’s affection is real.”

She plopped down on the couch. Pushing the furniture to the perimeter of the room drained her. Now she spoke to the walls, knowing her wayward husband couldn’t hear her ranting. “Is this what you wanted, Seth? Six years down the drain because your dick couldn’t stay in your pants?”

She glanced at her cell phone then at the photo propped against a nearby box. She, Seth and his best friend Nate grinned back at her. Maybe pizza would take her mind off her pain. Probably not, but with Nate as the delivery man, anything was possible. She bit her fingernail and dialled Besta Pizza Around’s number. A medium pie with extra mushrooms delivered by the sandy-haired hunk would make her feel a little better.

She checked the time on the clock on the microwave. Seven-oh-seven. Her husband’s best friend, Nate Waterston, was on delivery duty. Besta Pizza Around’s policy was ‘delivery in half an hour or you get another pizza free’. Calculating her wait time, she turned on her heel and headed to the bedroom. She had to hurry if she wanted to be dressed when she met her favourite pizza guy.

Abby stripped off her clothes in the stark bedroom and turned the stereo up to full volume, blasting the rock band, Slipknot, to drown out her turbulent thoughts.

She tugged off her socks. Seth smiled from a snapshot on the dresser. She balled the clothing and hurled them at the picture. “You son of a bitch! Why? Wasn’t I exciting enough? I loved you.” I still do…

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her chest heaved. “Was it because I’m not a pilot?” She wadded her T-shirt and tossed it across the room. “You said our lovemaking was passionate and explosive!”

She stepped into the steaming hot shower. The water stung her tired muscles, but felt wonderful nonetheless, like indulgent pinpricks on her tender flesh. While she lathered her body, her mind wandered back to Seth. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t get her soon-to-be ex-husband out of her mind.

Learning How To Bend is available at Total-E-Bound


Logan Malone needs an acting job and fast. With his string of broken hearts, his professional life lies in shambles. To resurrect his career, he must audition for a television role which could be the job of a lifetime.


Cass Jenson needs an actor for her made for TV movie. The previous actor dropped out, leaving her stranded. Her savior shows up looking sinfully sexy and totally right for the part, but what part is she auditioning him for - her movie or her bed?

(Pages 298) Hot


Excerpt ~ Right Where I Need To Be:

Logan’s hand caressed her shoulder. “Can I help you finish? You and your friend should be sipping margaritas and ordering the lawn boy around, not sweating yourselves to death.”

She raised her brows. “You thought being a movie star meant you were entitled, that’s what.”

A wolfish grin curled his lips. Flecks of gold lit his hazel eyes, sending a fresh rush of lust to her core. He leaned in very close to her ear. “Maybe.”

She took a fortifying breath and fought the urge to taste him. Damn that cologne. Her heart skipped a beat. She donned her best sultry smile. Two could play his game. “Really?”

He nodded. She licked her dry lips. How could one man be so irritating and damn sexy at the same time? She scooted close enough so her bare knee brushed against his denim-clad thigh. Firm muscles without an ounce of fat. Ooh. “Do you want to explore?”

“Uh-huh.”

Cass took his hand, teasing his palm with her fingers and caressing the creases in his skin. His voice went from friendly to sexy in an instant, making her thighs quiver with excitement. “Cass.”

“Yes.” She bit her bottom lip and filled his hand. “Okay. Explore to your little heart’s content.”

His eyes opened wide before he scrunched his brows. “Keys?”

Cass grinned. “Yep.”

His blank expression turned into a frown. “For what?”

She patted his thigh and stood up. “The mower. Tell me when you finish. I’ve got an acre in the back that’s got your name on it.”

Right Where I Need To Be is available at The Wild Rose Press

After you check out Wendi's books, also check out BLOGMANIA today. It's at http://www.ashleyladd.blogspot.com/

If you're not familiar with BLOGMANIA it's 123 blogs worth of prizes including books, ebooks, toys, DVDs, gift certificates, etc. To enter to win, leave a comment on each participating blog. To enter to win a copy of my ebooks in pdf format "Bad Conduct" and it's prequel "The Perfect Gift", leave a comment on my BLOGMANIA post - after you leave a comment for Wendi here, that is. :)

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The Perfect Gift
Bianca's on the search to find the perfect gift for her boyfriend Ty this Christmas. But then she discovers a hidden stash of gay male porn under his side of the bed. Stunned, and scared, she needs to find out if Ty's more interested in men than in her.The Perfect Gift is available at Total-E-Bound


She arranges an illicit night for Ty with her handsome gay co-worker Brendan.

To her astonishment and delight, the night turns into a ménage-à-trois, and all three lovers end up benefiting from this special gift.

 
Excerpt ~ The Perfect Gift:

Whistling, a merry bounce to his step, Ty ducked snowflakes and the neighbour kids’ snowballs as he made a dash to the house after some last minute Christmas shopping. He loved Christmas and this year was the most special yet for it was his first living with Bianca. She’d made their apartment into a cosy home, brimming with Christmas magic, overflowing with love. He didn’t know what he’d ever done to deserve her, but he sure was grateful. He counted his blessings daily.


He was excited about his special gift for her—a diamond ring and first class tickets for Bianca’s dream trip—their honeymoon trip to Hawaii. Now she’d not only go to paradise, but honeymoon there—with him.


Shaking with the excitement, he couldn’t wait to see her expression. The scent of candy canes blended with a trace of wax told him she was burning more Christmas candles. Blinking lights glistened off every reflective surface.


Juggling packages that towered over his head, Ty managed to navigate to the twinkling tree in the corner of the living room and set down his presents without breaking anything. Picking out the ring, he put it in his pocket. He wanted to keep it close.


The scent of roasted turkey filled the small apartment with homey, delicious smells. Looking first right and then left to make sure Bianca wouldn’t catch him in the act, he peeked under the foil covering as the turkey sat on top of the stove, done and ready to be enjoyed. His mouth watering, he stole a bite.


Everything seemed to be in place, except his lady. She wouldn’t leave with supper ready on the stove, would she? “Bianca? Are you home? Where are you, sweetheart?”


Only the whir of the heater broke the silence. Worried she’d fallen asleep in the tub again, he checked the bathroom. Luckily, he found it empty, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief.


“Okay, are you waiting for me in the bedroom?” With a very special Christmas gift? Maybe she awaited him naked, wearing only a large bow around her waist like last year. His cock flexed and his blood surged. Excited as a little boy getting a shiny new bike, he rubbed his hands together and opened the door wide.


There was a naked body curled sexily on a brand new red and green satin bedspread, wrapped in a big red velvet bow only it wasn’t Bianca. It wasn’t even female!


Gulp!


“Merry Christmas,” Brendan, the hottie from Bianca’s office, drawled huskily.


Brendan laughed throatily and rolled his eyes. “No silly. I’m her Christmas gift to you.” He pointed at the bow, just above his huge cock that was swiftly showing signs of life. “Don’t you see the bow?”


Dumbfounded, Ty’s gaze glued to the man’s beautiful cock, and his mouth went dry. “You’re my Christmas gift from Bianca?” he echoed. A million thoughts crashed into one another. Had he said or done something to make her suspect his sexuality, his feelings? Had she found his stash of male porn? Was this her way of saying goodbye? Was she going out of his life in style? Just what in the hell was going on?


He felt so guilty he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t bear to lose her. Barely able to breathe, he whispered, “Why?” in a ragged voice.


Brendan rose and sashayed over to him. “She loves you, man, so much she’s giving you this incredible choice. She wants you to be happy. She’s quite a woman. If I ever decide to get married, I want one just like her.”


Ty didn’t like the sound of that, as if Brendan had designs on his woman. And yet, he understood where the guy was coming from. Shoving his hair behind his ears, he squinted at his so-called present. Feeling like two souls warring in one body, he wanted to deck the guy for getting near his woman, while he also wanted to throw out his inhibitions and ravish and be ravished by him.


 
 
 
Bad Conduct ~ Sequel to The Perfect Gift



When Captain Ty Gibson comes home from a tour of duty in Iraq to marry Bianca, their sometimes third lover Brendan stirs up a mess of trouble.

Captain Ty Gibson has made up his mind. He loves Bianca and he's going to marry her. But when he comes home from his tour of duty in Iraq, their sometimes third lover Brendan fights for Ty. Although Bianca once enjoyed their occasional ménages, she's ready to settle down with just one man and wants that one man to settle down with just her.

Brendan's troublemaking jeopardises everything in Ty's life – his future with Bianca and his military career.
 
 
 
Excerpt ~ Bad Conduct:


Captain Tyler Gibson shivered from anticipation. Or was it a first class case of nerves?

Before turning on his webcam, he double-checked that his door was locked and his curtains tightly shut. Although no one should barge in on a captain’s private quarters, one never knew, and he couldn’t afford to be caught.

“You should stop this madness before you get busted, idiot,” he murmured under his breath.

Yet, the book lured and cajoled him to practice its magic. Of all times to read the Kama Sutra, on a lonely deployment to Iraq probably wasn’t the best. He ached to touch his lover, Bianca, and to be touched by her.

He couldn’t wait to go stateside, to make Bianca his bride. He should have done it before shipping out to Iraq. If not for her concerns about their sometimes third lover, Brendan, he would have.

The book laid propped open where he could refer to it. The rest of the room was neat, ready for inspection. Hospital corners made the blanket taut on his bed. It wouldn’t stay that way once he began pleasuring himself, pretending it was Bianca’s hands caressing him.

An instant message signal beeped on the computer, and his heart raced. His gaze bounced to the double monitor sprouting from the steel desk.

His pulse hammered in his throat. His hands grew clammy so he wiped them down his side. His cock thrummed.

Bianca… His love.

He moved to open it, squinted at the screen name and his heart stopped. It was Brendan.

Chills raced down his spine, and he broke into a cold sweat. He needed to go cold turkey on the man and had tried to do so, but Brendan kept IMing and emailing.

To Tyler’s shame he was still turned on by the guy. He didn’t have the same type of feelings for Brendan as he did for Bianca, but he still got a hard-on thinking of the man’s hot bod. Why had Bianca given Brendan to him as a Christmas gift, wrapped in a huge red bow and nothing else?

His breath burned in his throat, and his nostrils flared. He stared at the invitation and his body burned.

God, but he was in hell.

His gut clenched, his nerves on the razor’s edge.

Bianca was due at any moment, and if she got the slightest inkling he was having sex, even cyber sex, with Brendan, he feared what she would do.

If he answered Brendan’s summons, could he get him off in time? If he didn’t answer, Brendan would keep pinging him. Surely, Bianca would hear. Even if she didn’t, he would know.

The monitor glowed like a fiend, as deadly as an armed enemy soldier. After inhaling deeply, he lowered himself to the computer chair and typed, “I can’t talk. I have an important online meeting.

The message came on that Brendan was typing. Then words flashed on the screen. “With who?”

Shit!

He was against lying but typed anyway, “My commander. I’ll email you later.”

“Surely you can squeeze in a quickie.” Then a nude live shot of Brendan popped onto Ty’s screen.

Ty’s breath grew shallow and his fingers itched as Brendan stroked his hard, shiny cock and gazed through the screen with a come hither look.

A scream strangled in Ty’s throat and he wanted to throttle and fuck the guy all at the same time. Brendan could be such a bitch.

Bad Conduct is available from Total-E-Bound

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Blogmania Tomorrow: April 30th - Don't miss all the prizes

Don't miss Blogmania tomorrow. 123 blogs are involved and all giving away prizes. One day only.

To win a prize, visit our blogs and leave comments tomorrow, Friday April 30th only.

You may start here and follow the links to all the treasure: Gift cards, DVDs, books, ebooks, beauty aids, candles, toys, and many other goodies.




Remember, to enter the contests to win a prize, leave a comment on our blogs.

I will pick one winner for a pdf copy of "Bad Conduct", stand alone sequel to "The Perfect Gift".

When Captain Ty Gibson comes home from a tour of duty in Iraq to marry Bianca, their sometimes third lover Brendan stirs up a mess of trouble.


Captain Ty Gibson has made up his mind. He loves Bianca and he's going to marry her. But when he comes home from his tour of duty in Iraq, their sometimes third lover Brendan fights for Ty. Although Bianca once enjoyed their occasional ménages, she's ready to settle down with just one man and wants that one man to settle down with just her.

Brendan's troublemaking jeopardises everything in Ty's life – his future with Bianca and his military career.





Excerpt From: Bad Conduct


Captain Tyler Gibson shivered from anticipation. Or was it a first class case of nerves?

Before turning on his webcam, he double-checked that his door was locked and his curtains tightly shut. Although no one should barge in on a captain’s private quarters, one never knew, and he couldn’t afford to be caught.

“You should stop this madness before you get busted, idiot,” he murmured under his breath.

Yet, the book lured and cajoled him to practice its magic. Of all times to read the Kama Sutra, on a lonely deployment to Iraq probably wasn’t the best. He ached to touch his lover, Bianca, and to be touched by her.

He couldn’t wait to go stateside, to make Bianca his bride. He should have done it before shipping out to Iraq. If not for her concerns about their sometimes third lover, Brendan, he would have.

The book laid propped open where he could refer to it. The rest of the room was neat, ready for inspection. Hospital corners made the blanket taut on his bed. It wouldn’t stay that way once he began pleasuring himself, pretending it was Bianca’s hands caressing him.

An instant message signal beeped on the computer, and his heart raced. His gaze bounced to the double monitor sprouting from the steel desk.

His pulse hammered in his throat. His hands grew clammy so he wiped them down his side. His cock thrummed.

Bianca… His love.

He moved to open it, squinted at the screen name and his heart stopped. It was Brendan.

Chills raced down his spine, and he broke into a cold sweat. He needed to go cold turkey on the man and had tried to do so, but Brendan kept IMing and emailing.

To Tyler’s shame he was still turned on by the guy. He didn’t have the same type of feelings for Brendan as he did for Bianca, but he still got a hard-on thinking of the man’s hot bod. Why had Bianca given Brendan to him as a Christmas gift, wrapped in a huge red bow and nothing else?

His breath burned in his throat, and his nostrils flared. He stared at the invitation and his body burned.

God, but he was in hell.

His gut clenched, his nerves on the razor’s edge.

Bianca was due at any moment, and if she got the slightest inkling he was having sex, even cyber sex, with Brendan, he feared what she would do.

If he answered Brendan’s summons, could he get him off in time? If he didn’t answer, Brendan would keep pinging him. Surely, Bianca would hear. Even if she didn’t, he would know.

The monitor glowed like a fiend, as deadly as an armed enemy soldier. After inhaling deeply, he lowered himself to the computer chair and typed, “I can’t talk. I have an important online meeting.

The message came on that Brendan was typing. Then words flashed on the screen. “With who?”

Shit!

He was against lying but typed anyway, “My commander. I’ll email you later.”

“Surely you can squeeze in a quickie.” Then a nude live shot of Brendan popped onto Ty’s screen.

Ty’s breath grew shallow and his fingers itched as Brendan stroked his hard, shiny cock and gazed through the screen with a come hither look.

A scream strangled in Ty’s throat and he wanted to throttle and fuck the guy all at the same time. Brendan could be such a bitch.

A very sexy bitch.

Bad Conduct is available at Total-E-Bound

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Author Intervew: Frances Pauli, Speculative Fiction

Please welcome speculative romance author Frances Pauli today. Also please make her feel welcome so leave her comments and questions.


Ashley:  Why do you write speculative romance?

Frances:  I enjoy both Science Fiction and Fantasy/Urban Fantasy settings, so I write in those areas. The Romance happens whether I intend it to or not, and I’ve decided not to fight it. Seriously, though, I love SpecRom. It’s what I enjoy reading. It’s what I fantasize about, dream about. I can’t think of any other stories I’d be comfortable writing.


Ashley:  What type of non-romance fiction do you write? Please tell us about it.

Frances:  When I do manage to write non-romance, it usually falls into the Science Fiction category. I’m not sure why it happens that way, except maybe that when I wax philosophical it often centers on a futuristic backdrop. They’re always short though. If I go on too long, the romance comes along. My characters just won’t behave past five thousand words or so.


Ashley:  Are you aware of any themes that run through your stories? If so, what are they?

Frances: I'm big on soul mates. Not in an overly pointed way, but I like the idea that my hero and heroine are meant for each other. I have a lot of plots that center around memory as well. The past vs. the future, how we become who we are and how much choice we actually have in the process. I also like characters with integrity, even when they’re challenged.



Ashley:  What would you like readers to take away from your stories?

Frances:  I really hope that the story can take them away for awhile. I want readers to care about my characters, to relate to them and to enjoy participating in my worlds for a time. If they think about it afterwards, if it makes them go, “hmmmm.” then so much the better.


Ashley:  What inspires your stories?

Frances:  I dream the majority of them. The initial story seeds at least—or the characters, a fragment, something. Sometimes I’ll get an idea from real life, a quirky moment, an odd stranger, but I’ve always had a very rich dream life.


Ashley:  Will you be attending any book or writing conferences this year? If yes, which ones? Where and when?

Frances:  I’m attending the Spocon Science Fiction convention. I had a fantastic time there last year. They hold it in Spokane, Wa and I believe this year it’s on July 30th to Aug. 2nd.


Ashley:  Do you have any other passions besides writing? If yes, what is it? Why?

Frances:  I think I have too many. Before I focused on writing, I always had a difficult time picking one thing and sticking to it. At any given time I may be passionate about: painting, weaving, belly dance, wine and wine making, ukulele playing, puppets, tarantulas, crystals and rock-hounding, miniature pin-fires, poetry or any number of exotic creatures and pets.



Ashley:  I was reading your blog and you said, "Which would be a bad idea in Seattle, where they KILL cute shoes on principle." Why is this? I've never been to Seattle, so I don't know the inside jokes but it sounds interesting. :)

Frances:  I have to apologize for how snarky that comment sounded. I recently returned from Norwescon, and knowing full well what Seattle is like in April, (think drizzle, puddles, and lots of damp) I still chose to wear a pair of satin, beaded belly dance shoes. Needless to say after the first cross-walk full of standing water, they were toast.


Ashley:  Please tell us what you learned at the Spocon (and cons in general).

Frances:  I learned that there is nothing more valuable than a fan. Love them, treat them with care and never take them for granted.



Ashley:  What is your favorite guilty pleasure?

Frances:  I could never choose between chocolate and wine.


Ashley:  Are you a cat or dog person? Do you have any pets and if so, please tell us about them.

Frances:  I’ve been a lifelong cat person, but in the last few years I’ve taken to watching a lot of dog shows. Now I’m waiting impatiently for a Peruvian Inca Orchid puppy. I’m a convert, I suppose. I also keep tarantulas. I’ve trimmed the collection down to eight of them, and that pretty much tells you I’m insane, so I’d better not incriminate myself further.


Ashley:  Please tell us about your most recent release and where we can purchase it.

Frances:  Roarke is my most recent release. The story is Science Fiction Romance about a mercenary who wakes up from the “dead” to find her memory gone. While she pieces together her past and identity, she comes to terms with who she wants to be in the future, and equally importantly, who she wants to be with.


Ashley:  Please give us your urls and your publisher’s url.

Frances:  Roarke is available through Devine Destinies:

And on Amazon:

My homepage is at: http://francespauli.com

I write a blog at: http://francespauli.blogspot.com

And offer a free serial at: http://spaceslugserial.blogspot.com

The latter is a humorous space opera about a rather uptight xeno-biologist, her space harlot sister and all the trouble they can get into and, occasionally, out of.

Thank you very much for visiting with us today, Frances. I've so enjoyed having you with us today.



Click here to purchase Roarke.

ROARKE excerpt:
“I’m afraid we’ll have to brave a small crowd on the way out. News

of your…return has been hard to keep quiet.”

“I should imagine.” I smile congenially at him and allow myself to

be led from the room. The crowd doesn’t surprise me, though small is

an understatement. I’ve sensed them building outside all along. I

brace myself, grateful for the doctor’s arm, and we emerge onto a long

walkway. The floor drops away on both sides, and the spaces are filled

with craning faces. I’m torn between scanning the assembly for some

shred of recognition and shying from any contact with the eager

expressions.

In the end, I dart sparing glances at random people. Nothing stirs any memory.

Halfway across the space I give up and choose to focus on the long

strips of blue-tinted lights that line the walls. I think that nothing

seems familiar here because this isn’t where I belong. Perhaps, I

think, this is a prison after all.

I hate to consider the doctor as a participant in my capture,

perhaps even directly responsible for removing my memory, but the

possibility can’t be ignored. It is, given the unbelievable

alternative that is their story, quite likely closer to the truth. Yet

I allow myself to be led toward another curving doorway. I have few

options, few options for now.

I concentrate, instead, on how playfully the blue light interacts

with the metal of my dress. The fabric flashes and shoots refracted

fire as I move in it. I let myself be mesmerized by the effect. The

door is near, and Doctor Williams slows as we approach it. My

irritation surges again. Another foreign hallway beyond this one?

Another unfamiliar room? Suddenly, I have no wish to continue

peaceably. I have no interest in allowing myself to be led to any

destination they’ve selected. I scan sideways from the door, searching

for a pathway of my own choosing, wherever it may lead.

I’m struck dumb by a familiar face. He stands back from the others,

aside from them, but near the door. Where I’m most likely to see him,

I decide. He leans against the gray wall and looks at the ceiling. The

strong muscle of his jaw tenses. Lines etch across his rugged face. My

chest lurches at the sight of him. I search for a name to assign to

the single familiar person in this crowded hall. The set shoulders and

staggered legs ring through my mind looking for something to cling to.

Exact memories, like the name I want to put to him, shy from my grip.

The feeling sweeps through me of something just on the tip of my

tongue, too elusive to pin down. I’m frantic to snare it, but it

dances out of reach. I realize that I’ve stopped walking.

His red hair crowns a complexion nowhere near pale. He shifts his

gaze downward slowly, with great intention, and meets my gaze. The

intensity in his eyes belies his casual pose. He knows me.

In an instant, I’m lifted from the room, my mind trapped in darkness

without a body to attach to. I drift without direction or purpose in a

sea of warmth. Softly, the singing whispers, return, return to me. The

persistent voice hovers near desperate, saturated with emotion. The

words pull me down.

I come back to myself. The doctor tugs gently at my arm. Concern

scrawls across his face. I see the question there. “I’m fine,” I say,

stepping in line with him once more. “Get me out of here, okay?” And

we pass through the second doorway together.


Ashley

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Monday, April 26, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction: Forever

Monday Minute Fiction

"Forever"



This work belongs to Ashley Ladd and may not be duplicated.

Peggy Hyatt drove around the block of her alma mater several times. Did she really want to see people who  called her "Piggy"? Who had given her a complex during her crazy, impressionable teen years?

She scowled at her CD player when a song came on she didn't like. Quickly, she skipped over it. Why hadn't she been able to skip over those morons as easily? She could this time. All she had to do was keep driving in a straight line and not look back.

But she wouldn't get to see Gabe, her best friend. He was the one guy who had been nice to her, that had never called her by that awful nickname. Surely she could brave a few bullies and jerks for the chance to see him. She'd kicked herself for a long time for letting him get away. By now he must be married with kids. After all, fifteen years had passed since graduation. Still, it would be nice to see him.

Decision made, she pulled into the teeming driveway and parked. She girded herself for the inevitable but hoped for the best.

When she spied Dwayne Henderson, her worst nightmare, she stayed in the car, waiting for him to go in before she ventured out.

But Dwayne veered toward her car with his hated swagger. He rapped on her window until she lowered it a smidge.

"Soo-ee. I didn't think you'd show your face here again, Miss Piggy."

"Grow up." She rolled her eyes and wound up the window.

Dwayne pushed up his nose with his finger and squealed like a pig. Then he let loose several roiling belly laughs her glass window didn't muffle.

"Screw it," she mumbled under her breath and turned the key in the ignition. "I don't need this shit. High school sucked. Still does."

In her rear view mirror she saw movement. Sure one of Dwayne's idiot buddies was coming to help him grunt and squeal, she scrunched her nose.

But when the giant of a man approached Dwayne, she sucked in her breath. Her heart did a funny little flip, and her gaze glued itself on the newcomer. Gabe.

She couldn't take her eyes off him. He was sexier than ever, muscled in all the right places. Matured.

Gabe stopped a foot from her but his attention was fully riveted on her heckler. "Stop bothering the lady. What are you? Thirteen?"

Dwayne held his belly and laughed again. "Ha ha. You're so damned funny...looking."

From where she sat, Dwayne was the funny-looking one. Tattoos covered his otherwise bald head. Huge earrings elongated his ears. And a gold ring pierced his nose. On top of that, his gut was twice the size it had been the last time she'd seen him.

"FU! Get outta my way, moron." Dwayne shoved Gabe then stomped away, calling soo-ee at the top of his lungs.

Peggy rolled down her window and smiled up at Gabe. "You okay? I almost didn't come because of him."

Gabe grinned. He leaned against her car nonchalantly. "I'm glad you did. I only came to see you. I would've been very disappointed if I'd missed you."

She started to glow from the inside out. It was hard to keep the radiance out of her smile. She felt the same. "You could've just called, saved us both from running into that jerk. I'm in the phone book."

Gabe ran his fingers through his hair. His jaw flexed. "I figured some lucky guy would've snatched you up long ago." He paused then asked, "Has some guy put a ring on your finger?"

That made her chuckle. She flashed her ringless hand out the window. "Hardly."

Gabe looked over his shoulder and scowled. Then he turned back and winked. "I don't really want to go in there. What do you say we blow this joint? Go somewhere we can talk."

Her heart swelled. It sounded perfect. There was no one else here she wanted to see. "Hop in."

When he slid in beside her, she tried not to grin like a maniac but her happiness won out. She beamed at him. "Where should we go? There's a Starbucks close by."

Gabe shook his head. "Too many people. Too noisy. I want you all to myself."

His words made her feel giddy. She moved the car forward slowly and breathed a sigh of relief when she could no longer see the high school in their rear view mirror. "Where then?"

Gabe gave her directions. When they wound up at a playground, he said, "Here."

The park was deserted. Dim light from a nearby street lamp spared it from being completely dark. She put the car into Park and arched her brow. "Here?"

He nodded. Before she could say more, he hopped out and rounded the car. Then he opened her door for her. Once she alighted, he captured her hand and held it.

As if they were kids again, they swung their hands. Then they claimed adjoining swings, still holding hands.

Gabe turned to her. His eyes glittered and his thumb stroked the top of her hand. "I've missed you."

"Ditto. Why did we lose touch?"

He heaved a sigh. "Colleges on opposite coasts. Life. But we're here now. I'm back to stay."

Was he trying to tell her something? She wanted to know more but was afraid to assume too much.

When she remained silent for several moments he asked, "Would you see me again if I asked?"

Would she?! "Yes."

She cursed the breathiness of her voice. He hadn't asked her to spend the rest of her life with him, to be his.

Breathe.

He pulled her swing closer until his lips were mere inches from hers, until his breath tickled her neck. "May I kiss you?"

"I thought you'd never ask." She tilted her head and leaned in to close the distance. At first the kiss was tentative, sweet. Then they parted their lips. Their tongues duelled.

His free hand circled her waist, drew her closer. But the swings groaned and twisted.

Laughing, they broke apart. Then he stood and pulled her up and into his embrace. "Would you like to come home with me?"

She molded herself to him, feeling the hot bulge in his pants. She rubbed noses with him. "The sooner the better."

"How about forever?"

Giddiness overtook her and she nodded. "Forever."


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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Saturday Snippets: Unusual Professions




Today's Saturday Snippet theme is: Unusual Professions.

(If you're visiting for the Blogfest: Body Language scene click hereIf not, why not visit anyway after checking out today's Saturday Snippet. :)
After looking over my books I decided being queen of an alternate universe, perhaps in a cartoon land, was pretty unusual. Thus, I'm featuring "Make-Believe Lover" today.



Blurb: Make-Believe Lover
Becca is either dreaming—or dead. She's been transported into the medieval world of her favorite adult cartoon. When her cat talks, fire-breathing dragons stalk her, and an evil king pledges his resources to see her dead, her favorite fantasy morphs into a nightmare. Worse, the hero can't wait to send her home.


Lobo is cursed. Everyone who has ever loved him has died, thus he's become a recluse. When the witch Becca and her devil cat insist on his help, he risks everything to save their separate worlds—and keep his bruised heart intact.


Excerpt


They must have trudged five miles over the arduous hills when a thunderous sound startled her. A moment later, wide-winged dragons straddled by primitive warriors roared from behind a mountain.

Her hand trembling, she pointed at the sky even as she squatted down in self-defense. “Oh my God, Giz. Do you see what I see?”

The cat gulped and he covered his eyes with his paws. “If you see big flying dinosaurs, uh huh.”

When one of the gigantic winged creatures nose-dived not far distant, Gizmo threw himself to the ground, covered his head, and hissed, “Hit the deck and don’t make a sound.”

Way ahead of him, she flung herself to the rocky terrain.

A lyrical voice announced out of nowhere, “You have walked six point two miles, seven-thousand three-hundred, twenty-one steps.”

Cripes! Her bigmouth pedometer chose this moment to go off?

Yanking the lousy thing off her elastic waistband, she dashed it to the ground. “Thanks for nothing.” The least it could do was tell her how many calories she’d burned or sing a decent song, instead of that funky aerobic workout music.

One of the flying lizards picked that instant to spin and make eye contact. Baring its filthy, razor-sharp teeth, the beast swooped down from the air, swallowed her pedometer, and then plucked her from the ground.

The no-good gadget kept chirping from inside the monster’s belly, mocking her. At least, it had gotten its just rewards, having given away her location to the fiend.

Kicking and struggling with all her might, she screamed, “Gizmo!”

She clawed at her barbaric captor’s eyes. “Put me down!”

The armor-clad creep astride the dragon guffawed and clamped meaty vice-like hands around her wrists pinning them to her side. His malevolent beady-eyed gaze bore into her. “Keep this up, wench, and I’ll drop you here—from a thousand meters. Your pretty face will get all mangled.”

The dragon turned its reptilian face to leer and dipped its right wing so that she would have tumbled off if not for the brute’s slimy hold. Then it snorted a fireball in her direction that fried the bush a mere foot to her right.

She got the message that she was their guest—or their Bar-B-Q. “What do you want with me? I have no money. This is dollar-store jewelry, but it’s all yours.”

“You will inform the King whose army you are spying for.” He fingered her tousled hair and grunted. “What kingdom has blue-haired nymphs?”

Then he tugged at her psychedelic nurse’s tunic. “And what matter of outlandish garb is this? What form of material?”

Army? Kingdom? Nymph?

She glanced down at her hot pink, cotton-blend tunic that rained cats and dogs. Should she give him her employer’s name? In the war movies the prisoners offered their name, rank, and serial number. “I’m Rebecca Weiss, I’m an office manager for a pediatric clinic, and I’m not giving you my social security number and having you steal my identity.”

“Stay cool, Becca! We’ll get out of this.” Gizmo yelled from the back of another dragon as it pulled around them.

The man’s bushy uni-brow puckered. “You speak in strange riddles. You will be truthful with King Heinrich or you will be locked in the dungeon.”

Dungeons? Dragons? King Heinrich?

Make-Believe Lover is available at Ellora's Cave.

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Jody Wallace

Mari Carr

TJ Michaels

Ashley Ladd

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Blogfest: Body Language

As if I don't have enough to do, I signed up for this blogfest. Today's is entitled "Body Language".

Today's mission is to write a scene "with NO dialogue in it" per Harley D. Palmer at the Lobotomy of a Writer blog.



My scene will be G-rated as some, maybe all, the other blogfest participants are YA writers.

Here goes. Let me know how you think I did.

Lani awoke in the middle of the night, her bladder too full, painful. Although the bedroom blinds blocked the moonlight and there were no lights on in the house, something glowed red above her.

Shivers wracked her body. Her heart skipped erratically. Her palms grew clammy.

She pulled her covers over her head, hiding beneath the flimsy protection. She knew what made the glow. Unfortunately, she wasn't sure why.

But she had theories. Scary, frightening, horrifying theories.

After several long moments, hoping the eerie glow had ceased, she lowered her comforter enough to peak over the edge. Her heart stopped. The glow was brighter, almost palpable...

Her breath stuck in her throat. She tried to talk but her voice refused to come out of hiding. So she shook her husband's arm.

Errol moaned and rolled to his side. His eyes opened a slit, heavy with sleep.

Lani pointed at the red glow. Then she rolled over and pointed at Errol's ceramic dragon, the beast whose nostrils flared, the one whose eyes glowed red.

Errol's eyes widened and he pulled her against him, into his protection.

Although she doubted Errol had magical powers to stop the dragon from crossing into their dimension, she soaked up his strength. At least this time her husband had seen the thing come alive. At least he would no longer think her crazy. She no longer thought she was crazy.

It was small comfort, however, when she realized she might be dead by morning's light.

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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Leave Them Wanting More

My younger daughter just whined, "Puss n' Boots" is fat, Mommy!"

I looked up from my laptop. "Huh? Where'd you see Puss N'Boots? What are you talking about?"

Then my older daughter said, "It's in another yucky Shrek movie."

That gave me pause. Whereas, we didn't enjoy the third Shrek movie, we loved the first two.

Can a series go on too long?

Can one bad movie or book, kill a series?

Personally, I'm willing to give Shrek another try. Just like I'll usually give a restaurant a couple tries if one meal wasn't so good.  And I'll give an author a second try if I didn't enjoy their first book.

If I liked previous books (meals or movies), even though I didn't enjoy the most recent, I'll definitely give something another try.

How many people do that?

I just asked my daughters if they want to see the next Shrek movie (to test my theory).

Their response?

My older daughter said, "I'm not so sure."

My younger daughter thought for a few moments then said, "I'll wait for the dollar theater."

When it's a book, the reader may wait to borrow the book from the library or buy it at a used bookstore, but not new.

Maybe it would be better to end a series on a high note, book or movie? Instead of running it into the ground.

The old show business addage still holds true - "Leave them wanting more."

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction: Body Painting

Monday Minute Fiction

Body Painting

by Ashley Ladd

  

(this work belongs to Ashley Ladd and cannot be duplicated without permission)


* Don't forget, my erotic romance novel "Bad Conduct", the sequel to "The Perfect Gift" releases today, Monday April 19th at Total-E-Bound.

Body Painting  
 
 
Shivers attacked Brandee Levy as she unzipped her pants. "I thought you were going to paint me naked," she asked as she looked around at all the graffiti decorating the walls of the old warehouse.

Nate looked up at her from the cold concrete floor, his blue eyes inscrutable. "Body art."

She looked around but spied nothing except large cans of paint. Her brow crooked. "What kind of body art? Where's your canvas? Your easel?" 

Nate pushed off the floor and rose to his feet. He took her jeans as she stepped out of them and folded them neatly. Then he helped her out of her unbuttoned blouse and added it to the stack of clothing.

When his fingers grazed her naked flesh, she quivered. She'd never posed naked before, never known a man like Nate. And she wanted to know him...intimately.

First, however, she let him take charge of the session. She liked take charge men and hoped he was one. With his dark good looks, and intense gaze, his every look made her quiver. His brief touch threatened to melt her. And the idea of being immortalized naked on canvas made her pussy quake, especially if Nate hung her nude painting in his bedroom.

To her disappointment, he walked away from her, leaving her cold and bereft in the drafty room. She'd hoped he'd warm her with his body.

A couple moments later he swaggered back, carrying a large tent-like thing. Then he spread it on the floor. "This is the canvas."

She eyed it and frowned. "On the floor? What kind of artist are you?"

"Abstract." He grabbed a can of yellow paint and poured a large circle onto the canvas. Then he added blue, red and purple.

Brandee put her hands on her hips. She wasn't sure what to think but when his gaze caressed her breasts, her nipples beaded.

He pointed to the canvas. "Roll around in the paint. Spread yourself on it."

Not sure about it. she hesitated. Then she decided, "What the hell. Might be fun."

She threw herself into it and rolled around the canvas, painting with her toes, her nose, her nipples and even her pussy. She tossed a saucy gaze to the artist. "How's this?"

Nate ambled up to the edge of the canvas and towered over her. His shadow kissed her.

She wished with all her heart that it was him kissing her, rubbing paint over her body, painting her with his cock. "Good, but I think it could be better."

Better?

She tilted her face up to him. "How?"

Nate cracked a lopsided grin and began to strip. When he was fully naked, his engorged cock hanging heavily, he drawled, "Let me help. Let me caress you like the paint. Let the canvas be an expression of our passion."

"Be my guest." But she hoped he wouldn't be too abstract. She longed for him to be very specific.

He added green and white paint to the mix then lowered himself to the canvas, rolled around in it, then painted a heart with his cock. When she giggled, and said, "I've never seen a man do that before."

Nate tented his brow at her. "You've rolled around naked in paint before?"

She shook her head. "Not that, either." She swept her lashes low over her eyes and curled her fingers around his cock. It was warm and pulsing in her hand and made her blood boil. "And I've never made love in paint...but I'd like to."

He pulled her into his arms and his hot breath skipped across her neck. His minty breath mingled with hers. "I'd love to also."

Then a sobering thought brought her back to earth and she sighed. "We can't. The paint might be toxic...inside. Is there a shower in here?"

A bright smile lit his lips. "It's non-toxic, edible paint. We can lick each other clean all over and we'll be perfectly fine."

Joy radiated through her and she moulded herself to him. Slick with paint they slid against each other, laughing. When he nudged his knee between her legs, she spread them wide and invited him inside.


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