This week I am uber thrilled to have Areana Senoj with me. So belly up, grab some liquid noms and join me as I pick Le Brain of pure Fab!
So, what inspired you to write your first book?
It was a whim actually. I had been working on a story that steamed for a dream, when I got two other ideas and well this one seem to take over.
What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) during it? Did you find yourself daunted at all?
Actually it was something more nefarious that than my computer. My To-SHIT-ba ate all three manuscripts when it crashed and burned. I have to try and salvage it through my Cache on my desktop. I got a copy and put it on and even older dinosaur. it was a race for time because a call for submission came about and well even though I made the deadline, it was very frustration.
Do you ever find yourself torn between what YOU want for the character and what ACTUALLY ends up happening?
Always. It was explained to me once that after you type the beginnings lines, the characters speak to you and it becomes their story, not your’s to tell
Do you have a particular style of writing? Organized or do you wing it?
By style you mean genera or the method behind the madness?
**Well I am striving to be multi-genre. I hope that I can. I have a few works in the paranormal, erotic romance, sci-fi romantic comedy menage and GBTL.
**my method has varied over the past two years. It first my stories first as I mentioned a bit ago, came to me in dreams. Now they just come whenever. Sometimes even when driving along I will get struck with a funny situation or a conversation between characters will pop up, I get out the phone, hit record and start to let the ideas flow.
What's currently cooking in that amazing gray matter of yours?
I have several ( multiple personalities have to have something to do right?) that I’m working on
one with my buddy C.R.Ellis a paranormal menage, one is about time travel, and the other I have no clue but it is about 15 thousand word sin That one was not a dream but an actual event that ended up in a what if...kind of situation.
If you could choose any writer, who would love to have as a mentor?
Jane Austin or Alexander Dumas
Time for the "randoms" as I call them:
Fave food group?
Tony Stark or Bruce Wayne?
Tony but lets be real, Bruce was cool....
Celebrity Death Match...name your top two?
LOL h man, um, Miley Cyrus vs Lindsey Lohan
Historical, sci-fi or fantasy?
Wow that is a toughie: Well I have done the last two so yes I have a historical to tackle
Of all your characters, which one is closest to YOU?
I think Esme (you will find out why later on)
Care to share an excerpt fom any of your works?
Well this teaser is fairly early on the book:
“Coming back to the present, Deklan shoved himself away from his thoughts. He mulled over Septimus’s dire warnings, but could not resolve the matter. With his brows drawn in concentration, Deklan traversed his memories of that night. His meeting had been relatively pleasant, though Septimus’s last words of advice to watch his back, set his teeth on edge and made his gut twist. He heaved an elongated and heavy sigh. Glancing out the window of his suite, he watched the fading light of day, dim his view of the pleasure resort’s landscape and shifted, thanking the waining light and what it herald—the prospects of a carnal distraction he felt by the heaviness of his sac.
Scolding himself for carrying the troubles of the day with him on his supposed respite from the battlefield, he took a calming breath. His body obeyed and relaxed. His mind drifted back to his latest obsessive thought, of getting back to one of the galaxy’s most noteworthy attractions. Hamour’s—a virtual pleasure paradise for all the decadent perversions money could buy. No request was too small, no scenario too salacious for Hamour’s. It was the best little whorehouse in the galaxy.
For many zians, mysteries were spun to perplex the minds of impressionable young men, none more intriguing than those surrounding Alorian women. Known to be highly skilled in numerous ways of pleasure, Alorian women were also said to be extremely beautiful. This, however, could be nothing more than an old tale, spun by story weavers in marketplaces and outposts far and wide, probably to entice travelers to visit Hamour’s.
Deklan felt the need of the healing touches that Alorians were said to render. If nothing more than to ease his curiosity, Deklan wanted to see for himself if Alorian women were as he’d been led to believe. So he waited, hoping that his companion for the evening, out of all the bevy of galactic beauties available, would be Alorian. Their honey-colored skin and mercury-hued eyes were a rarity even among the people of Alor. It was said that the Goddess Supreme herself only bestowed a birth of only a few ‘choses’ in a hundred zians among her faithful people. So too gifted were these women with certain ‘special’ abilities, of health spiritual enlightens and a sexual adroitness, any man could only imagine.
Just then, the entrance to his quarters shimmered opened, and reveled to his utmost satisfaction—she was an Alorian.
By Xerius, she was stunning. Standing just inside the entrance, her eyes were downcast, as was the protocol dictated of all Pleasure Submissives.
“I am P.S. 1400, here to serve your needs, Milord.” The sound of her silky soft voice wafted over him, making his groin pulse with immediate need. When she raised her head, their eyes met, and his cock jumped in response. Damn! To say it had been too long since he indulged in female’s company would be an understatement. This woman was indeed a creature of extraordinary beauty. Her small oval face possessed a pair of smoldering, green eyes that locked onto his. She stepped into his quarters with an ethereal grace, almost as if she were floating on air. The light from the dim lamps of the interior, cast a soft glow, highlighting her flawless skin, as tawny as the sands of a Vazaran desert—which, combined with the color of her eyes created an allure he found both intriguing and breathtaking.
Her full lips curled into a sensuous smile as she spoke. “What is your pleasure, Milord?”
He eyed her, suspicious of the image she presented. Why was she here in a pleasure palace? He wondered. She seemed out of place. Her eyes were as hypnotic as the curvature of her body, seeming to hold a hint of innocence, that almost escaped his notice at first glance. Truly, her visage alone was enough to stir his senses, but when she spoke, her voice seemed to reach out to him, touch and caress him in places he thought were long dead by omission.
“Come here, little one.” He extended his hand to her, and she complied. Coming to the resting area, she took his hand, kneeling down by the bed.
As procedure dictated, Deklan reached over picking up a small silvery device on the nightstand. Taking her arm, which she extended to him, he scanned her upturned wrist. This procedure served two purposes. It provided data about the P.S. for the client, and it also kept track of the credits the P.S. accumulated. Credits were used in lieu of currency, but could also be banked or saved in the event that a P.S. wished to purchase their freedom. As the number of accumulated credits increased, a Submissive could also refuse the advances of unwanted clients. It was an “exclusivity clause”, of sorts.
A quick flash of light and a low beep signaled the scan was over. Deklan viewed the holographic image before him. Reading her status report, he felt his eyes pop in amazement. He quickly replaced it with a nonchalant countenance, as though he’d seen nothing out of the ordinary. It was rare for any occurrence to shock him. This, contrary to the expression he now wore, surprised and pleased him. It was a most pleasant turn of events. A virginal Alorian—what a rare find indeed.
“So, you are a virgin?” he inquired with a slight huskiness to his voice as his eyes raked her appearance, appreciating every curve displayed before him. He felt a lustful smile tug at the corner of his lips, as he envisioned the pleasures he would awaken in her beautiful body.
“I was purposely selected for you, Milord.” She spoke just above a whisper.
Deklan raised a brow at that revelation. “Really?” His reply thick with longing, he lifted her chin with one finger, he licked his bottom lip, his eyes scrutinizing her features. “And who might have done me such a kindness, to gift me with one so lovely?”
Her lowered lids fluttered open—that amazing gaze locked on his. Deklan couldn’t think for a moment. He was lost in a greenish swirl of nacreous colors, just beneath the surface of her eyes. Her eyes traveled over his face with a dreamy regard. Yet there was something more, that flickered deep within that iridescent, iciness. He couldn’t pinpoint
the moment. Whatever it was, made his heart race and his cock harden.”
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