|Posted on April 21, 2013 at 5:55 PM|
Well Hello everyone :D,
I know, it's been a while.
I was asked the last week why do I write, and thought I'd put the question to you as well.
When I was a kid, a published author meant Random House, Double Day, Penguin, Harlequin and the like, and it still amazes me everyday that I am a published author lol.
I wrote my first play (because let's face it I'm from Hollywood hahaha) at the age of 13, and it was based off a Shakespearean tragedy. When I look back now, my friends and I laugh constantly because it was a tragedy in writing. I can say, that it made them laugh, which at 13 was pretty much what I was aiming for anyway lol.
I went on for years in two different careers, but I knew something in me wanted to put pen to paper in that fashion, but life gets in the way sometimes; so we often place those hidden secret wants and desires on the back burner to marriage, kids, and just living.
Well I picked it up again after all this time, and although I loooove my paranormal's, my A Lad's Trouser's was the first book I ever wrote. It went through years and years of re-writes. So many, that I assigned it a lower priority in life as well, and thought I'd try a paranormal. I started reading Laurell K Hamilton, and boy was I taken aback, traumatized, scandalized, astonished and blown away all at the same time. I had always been a vamp/were fan, but never anythin like this. I was clueless to this genre, and I became ravenous for paranormal. Then thought one day, “I can do this!”
I was doing some research in the library one day, and I came across this book on Egyptian myth. Now, of course I knew Egyptian myths, I'm a teacher, but I had for years done what most of us do. I knew of them, but I had never truly ever studied any of them.
As I sat reading a passage on Ast', which is Isis' real name. She was given Isis by the Romans; I saw this woman in my head walking down a corridor in some kind of tomb. It was like a filmstrip, I just had to write it down; and thus began the Teaching Between Midnight & Dawn Series.
I love the Paranormal, but I didn’t see myself reflected in the works that I read; and if I did it was a side character, a supporting character, or a villain; so I thought I’d write my own. Being multiracial (Puerto Rican, Cuban, Native American, Irish and African-American).
I wanted to see a character like me, and the fact that this is rare spurred me on. Authors like me tend to get pigeon holed into one specific genre like Minority literature, Latina, African-American, or Ethnic, who hardly ever move out of that; and I think that this is completely unfair. I hoped by writing what I believe the genre should encompass, people would see the book for the story and negate the race of the character; that being, anyone could place themselves in the shoes of the character, not just someone of a minority background.
I'm sure I'm prejudiced by plenty of things when writing my style of the paranormal, so I often use that to my advantage lol. I discover brainwaves in songs, movies, the world at large, or just simple phrases sometimes. I love to write at Starbucks, because the bustling people always inspire me.
The nasty woman impatiently yelling at the Starbucks` employee because she gave her a mocha coffee instead of a mocha latté becomes a villain. The Hugh Jackman look alike becomes the next wolf, the sexy emo guy ordering the Eggnog latté becomes the next Master of the city for my vamps, or the hot blonde ordering the Tazo berry tea becomes the next warlock. I can even go so far as to make the tiny brunette the next main female character.
I love to write at night, especially since I write paranormal. Rainy nights are good for scenes of action, but full moon nights always seem to give me the most creativity. People in general instigate me to create something new. I base both my Paranormal and Fae series on mythology, so I am constantly inspired by a new myth, new legends, or new facts about lost artifacts, church scandals, or just random things in the news; and I incorporate them into my books.
Why do you write?
Let me know, I’m totally interested in why other writer became authors
changes can bring about some of the most amazing adventures.
That?s exactly what Izobel Santos thought when she decided to chuck it all, and move from California to Louisiana to chase her dreams of opening a restaurant of her own.
In spite of this, sex, lies, without the video tape threaten to turn her once looked forward to venture into a nightmare; and it seems only one person knows the truth.
A past of pretext, deception and treachery jeopardize not only her dreams, but her life as well.
Can Izzy find the truth, before it?s too late?
Luc Moreau knew who she was from the moment he laid eyes on her. She looked so much like Sophia, that it was almost daunting! Yet from the moment his lips touched hers, he knew what his job was; to protect her from clandestine forces, and untold secrets of long ago, no matter what the cost?even if it might get them both killed!
As I maneuvered through the crowded dance floor, the music changed to this amazing seductive beat.
The waiter suddenly paused in front of me, and I looked up at him surprised.
?The host has sent this for the lovely lady.? He smiled behind the mask, and I frowned slightly.
I noticed the two glasses of champagne were tinted an electric green, then stared at them for several moments.
?Both?? I asked, my brows rising, and he nodded grinning.
?Seems he thinks you need to?loosen up a bit.? He laughed, and I frowned out right then.
I snatched both glasses off his tray, then commenced to down them both.
He threw his head back laughing, winked, then sauntered off.
I took a deep breath, then released it slowly.
I wasn?t sure why I was nervous, but something strange was in the air; and if I had to describe it, it was pure energy, but of a sexual nature.
I eased in between this dancing couple attempting to get to the middle of the dance floor.
I didn?t care if I would be dancing alone, but something about this song made me want?no need to dance.
I instantly realized it was Chibo Motto?s Sugar Water.
I closed my eyes behind the mask, and just allowed the music to envelope me, sighing as it seemed to take me higher.
But then again, it could have been the two glasses of champagne I?d just downed.
I felt some kind of electrical charge go through me, then gasped as I felt his presence.
Somehow even with my eyes closed, I knew it was him.
?I?d know this body anywhere.? He suddenly whispered into my neck, his lips brushing my skin, and I swear I felt it to the core of me and had to stifle the moan.
?Luc.? His name seemed to ease from me on a deep breath; he nodded, then drew me into his body, my back to his chest.
His hands caressed my bare shoulders, then nape of my neck, and I nearly screamed.
I wasn?t sure what was in that fucking champagne, or if I was just straight up horny; but every time he touched me, it felt as if tiny electrical currents were shooting through me, centering on every pleasure zone I had.
?Luc.? I gasped; he turned me, then crushed my lips with his.
?I need Cher, I swear I do! I caint function without her.? He swore fiercely against my lips, I gasped, opened my mouth to speak, when he covered it with his again; and I swear I almost screamed.
?And I didn?t mean for Cher to drink èm both, one was mine.? He chuckled in my ear, but I could no longer concentrate.
He swept me into his arms, then nodded to the two grinning men in the corner, and they parted the people for him laughing.
I wasn?t sure what was going on, but I knew I wanted him so far up in me in that moment, that I would swear it was burning a hole in me!
?Luc?? I moaned, and he nodded.
?Jus hole on mon amour; I promise it?ll pass soon.? He swore, as he took the stairs two at a time.
As he entered the bedroom, I somehow switched positions in his arms, he gasped, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my lips with his.
?Cher non, you don?t know what chue doin!?
?Yes I do, fuck me!? I hissed in his ear, and would swear I heard him growl.
?Amourexu?I cain?? I silenced him with my lips, jumped down from his arms, and immediately began snatching his clothes off. I shimmied out of my dress, which left only the garters and undies.
Which were crotch-less.
When he was bare chest, my touch caused him to gasp, snatch up a glowing green bottle, then down half its contents.
?Beb, we caint do this! Not yet, I need to explain some than?? He wailed backing up, and I gasped shocked interrupting him.
?Fine...if you don?t want me...just fucking say so Luc! But stop playing these fucking games!? I yelled, because that was the third time he blew me off.
I snatched up my dress to cover my breast, then made a b-line for the door, but never made it.
We slammed into the wall, he placed one strong arm between my legs, then hoisted me up eye level, pinning me there with his arm in between my thighs, and I swear my vajush was screaming for more as I gasped shocked.
I looked into his eyes bewildered.
?Not wont chue? I have tried everythin in ma power; to not fucking wont ye Izzy!? He spat, and my eyes widened, because his were suddenly an amber green, and the accent sounded just a bit different.
I would swear it was a mixture of British/French and Cajun!
?But?? He cut me off, by placing his finger to my lips.
?Naw, Cho! Co! Ye da one who been leadin me on a merry chase Poupèe, then boude all damn day, when I let go; don?t give me that merde. So stick a sussette in it and listen.? He barked, I was short of breath, and my eyes narrowed.
But my faithless ass body caused me to nearly moan in pleasure from that slight touch, despite my offense.
?I never said?? I attempted, he shook his head drawing even closer to me, and I was all aware that his arm was still between my thighs, giving me pleasure, even if he had no clue of it.
?Just stop.? He commanded, jerking me into his body, and I swear I had never been so turned on by a man in my life!
Gone was my docile Luc, replaced by this extremely sexy?aggressive?man.
And I was loving every fucking minute of it.
?Ye want me to fuck ye Izzy? Believe me; I have wanted to do nothin more since I was sixteen fucking years old! But this ain?t about a fuck; it?s about ye and me Izzy.
Ye belonging to me, and no one else. Me?the only man allowed between these thighs.? He declared, as he suddenly removed his arm, caught me, and pinned me to the wall, his hands gripping my hips.
?Me the only man smacking this tight ass.? He affirmed into my throat as his hands suddenly began to palm my ass, and my head rolled back, leaning against the wall.
I gasped as he suddenly held me against the wall with his upper body, then stepped out of his slacks.
?Me the only man suckin on this hot little cunt.? He avowed, and I did scream this time, as he placed two fingers inside of me, and my muscles immediately began to milk them for all the pleasure I could get.
?Me the only man makin ye cum for hours; cuz believe me, if I fuck ye, ye belong to me, and me only Izzy and I fucking mean that! Because I swear to God, I will kill any other man ye do.? He pledged with a growl, actually seriously bit my neck this time, jerked me down on his erection, and I screamed from the pleasure.
?Still want me to fuck ye??He snarled, and I could only pant, as I felt myself completely full for the first time in my life, then wiggled to draw him up even deeper, and he growled in the back of his throat...