Christmas is over with for another year. I spent time last week plotting out a new 3 book series I want to start writing in January, and I plan on doing more this week.
It's hard for me to believe another year has gone by, but it has. I managed to accomplish a lot this year and I'm looking forward to the New Year.
I took some vacation time from the day job which is always nice. That means I have more time to work on my writing.
There are days and weeks its very hard to work a full-time job, deal with family, do all the things that need to be done and write, so I savor the time when I can take write.
I may also take a day or two for myself, to play and enjoy life.
Let's see. I'm a Canadian girl. I'm a single gal. Oh if only my personal life were as successful as my books. I'm the proud Aunt of two nephews who my everything.
I'm coming off a five year hiatus. The words dried up when my dad died. Truthfully, I dried up. Then last year I found myself opening up old Word files, reading old releases and I realized how much I missed writing. Coming back has been a gruelling battle because I kept telling myself "It wasn't this hard 5 years ago." and "Five years ago I was good…what's all this crap??"
I've always written, always created stories. The first story I manufactured was in grade one when I told a friend we were moving to Japan. I didn't even know where Japan was but I convinced her. It took awhile for me to find erotic romance. My best friend (the no longer writing) Kate Lang was on confined to bed with her pregnancy and both of us were having a hard time with our writing (recovering from two equally horrific romantic comedies) when she found Ellora's Cave and called me up: "We can totally write this." We read a few stories and yes…we could totally write this. Once I found erotic-romance everything just fit. The characters, the wicked wicked sex, and the utter freedom of writing what I was supposed to be writing, not what others thought I should.
That was the lesson I learned with attempting writing series romances and (gag) romantic comedy - write what fits you and it will all come together. You'll no longer feel like you suck as a writer. Once you find where your words fit…man…it's the best high.
What do like the most and the least about writing?
It's all co-related for me. I've forgotten how much I love writing since I stopped five years ago after my dad's death. The words seemed so unimportant then. It's the voices, you know? The ones that awaken and say "Have I got a story for you." The entire process has a love-hate thing for me. I love the words, I hate I jump the plot shark. I love when it works. I hate when it works because then I have to stop writing because the reality of my job beckons or I can't sleep because those damn voices in my head. I love the fear of submitting. I hate the waiting. I love it all - even the parts I hate. I just love this job. Period.
Give us a peek into your latest published work?
Country singer and secret Domme Jessa Brody is home to perform at the Calgary Stampede and to brainstorm some new songs for her next album. Sexy bronc rider Luke O'Connor is once again the perfect inspiration for her songs and naughty dreams. Strong, brave and handsome, he's man enough to submit to her wildest desires. But can she handle the responsibilities that go hand in hand with being a good Domme, or will she lose herself --and Luke--when Spurred On?
What’s next on the writing horizon for you?
I have a submission in at Liquid Silver Books right now. A hockey player who's found himself attracted to his best friend's older sister. I'm working on Jessa's best friend, Robin's story also. So many irons in the fire.
Is there anything you want to tell readers?
Buy my book? *grin* No seriously…buy my book.
Excerpt for Spurred on:
“Oh, he’s a love.” Standing up, she walked over to the horse and leaned against him. “Aren’t you?” She stroked the horse’s back, loving the curve and muscles.
Luke’s gaze followed her hand.
That’s right, I could be stroking you like this.
Jessa gave the muscular rump a sharp slap and Luke’s nostrils flared. Her body hummed. She handed him the guitar then hopped onto the gate. Swinging her legs over, she jumped down.
“See, the secret to Crow is simple.” Finally, she faced Luke.
He tried to look casual and unaffected but she didn’t believe the act. Luke held himself still—wary yet curious, curious but wary.
“He’s all tough and shit until you set the rules. A little knee in the belly as you tighten the cinch. Sure, he’ll buck.” When she leaned against Luke, his breath sucked in audibly. “But you ride him hard until he knows who holds the reins.” She licked along his jaw and cupped the thick bulge beneath the faded denim and squeezed. “Giddy up,” she whispered in his ear.
Every inch of his six feet shuddered. There was something potent in making the strong tremble. She took her guitar from him. “You look good, Luke,” she called as she walked out of the stable.
Holy hell, her nipples throbbed and her pussy ached. She’d also die before admitting that inside she was bouncing around like a teenage girl yelling, “He’s here! He’s here!”
Would Luke still buck her control?
Thanks for being with us today, Jenna.
Tell us a little about yourself:
I am married with two young daughters and live in the UK. I have been writing stories since I was a child but only seriously pursued published success when my youngest daughter started school five years ago.
I started out writing mainstream romance but ventured into the erotic side of things about a year ago. This is my first novella length story but I have had many erotic short stories published in UK magazines and online.
What do like the most and the least about writing?:
Most like - the editing once I've got the first draft down and receiving book covers!
Least like - the creation, believe it or not! If it's going well, it's great. If not? Yuk! But writing for me is a compulsion so I have no choice but to keep creating, whatever kind of day I'm having!
Give us a peek into your latest published work? (this can be an excerpt or blurb):
Here's the Blurb for my latest release from The Wild Rose Press, "Explicitly English"
Laura Markham needs to forget - just for awhile. Be someone else for change - live as her parents will never have the chance to. And for Laura, that means leaving the City for the English countryside and doing just what the hell she feels like…wherever she feels like doing it…
British stockbroker, Stephen Cambridge knows by going home to his country retreat two days early, he's likely to surprise his contracted interior designer. And when he finds out she's the woman who performed the solo masturbation show for him on the inward bound journey, Stephen will do anything to further convince her to miss outward bound train and stay with him forever…
What’s next on the writing horizon for you?:
I have my second novella under consideration as we speak - it is set in England with a British hero and heroine who are re-united as several years apart. Despite their differences, their fire is too hot to extinguish…
Is there anything you want to tell readers:
I LOVE hearing from readers and I also host guest erotic romance authors every Tuesday and Thursday so please come by and join in the fun - I'd love to hear from you!
www.rachelleighromance.blogspot.com
www.rachelleigh.co.uk
Buy Link for Explicitly English click here
Excerpt from my latest release, "Explicitly English"
She smiled. He lowered his paper, smiled back. And her stomach immediately executed a strange loop the loop. Maybe she should have a little fun on the way to the meeting. Let him catch a cheeky eyeful of her pussy, while appearing oblivious to the fact that her skirt had crawled way up past thigh level. She squirmed deliciously in her seat and turned her suddenly hot cheek to the cold pane of the window.
Her naughty and impossibly dirty conscience sat on her right shoulder, while her good, ambitious, and hardworking conscience teetered precariously on her left. Laura abruptly flicked her off with a mental tip of her head. If she’d learned nothing else since her parents’ death, she’d learned about living for the here and now.
Barely suppressing her grin, Laura shimmed forward and shrugged provocatively out of her jacket. She stole a surreptitious glance to the side. His gaze was locked on her breasts—his semi-erect cock pressed against the crotch of his trousers. A clear go-ahead in anyone’s book.
Tipping her head back, Laura scored her fingers through her hair and shook it out as she attempted to regulate her quickened breathing and aching clit. Who was she to keep from the guy what he so clearly wanted? If nothing else, she had to know if he had the guts to see this impromptu voyeur session through. She squeezed her thighs together against the pulsing at her center.
Flicking out her tongue, Laura slowly wet her bottom lip.
His gaze followed the gesture and he shifted back in his seat. A dart of excitement shot through her abdomen. What’s the matter sweetheart? Your trousers a little tight?
Thank you for being my guest today Rachel.
