It’s special treat day at SJ’s. I’ve fallen in love with the writing style of today’s guest author. I’m so happy she’s decided to stop by my blog while promoting her latest release, Blind Beauty. She’s answering a bunch of my questions too. So much fun.
Welcome, Elyzabeth! I’m so excited you’re here. Let’s start simple. Tell us a little be about yourself and why did you start writing?
Greetings! I’m Elyzabeth M. VaLey and I’m an erotic romance author. I’ve been writing since forever, but I became a published author in 2009 when a few of my short stories were accepted for publication.
I started writing because it’s something I love. I’ve been making up stories for as long as I can remember, so putting them down in pen and paper (now, in electronic ink) was the natural thing to do.
Making up stories is the best thing. Okay, I want a closer look. Take us on a little tour of your writing space.
Welcome to my house. Careful with the stairs and don’t mind the dogs, they’ll be your new shadow while you’re visiting. To the left is my bedroom, but never mind that, you’re here to see my writing space.
Well, here it is to your left! As you can see, it’s a bit crowded. At the far end of the wall there are three bookshelves. One of them has the complete Britannica Encyclopedia from 1988. The other two are jam packed with diverse books. From my mother’s psychology books (she’s studying), to Shakespeare, Russian authors, old school yearbooks, dictionaries and some Spanish books among other novels. In front of the Encyclopedia bookcase is a CD tower with music and right in front of that is the Labrador’s crate (yes, he’s over two but he still likes to go into his crate. We call it his little cave). Behind the Lab’s crate is the balcony. Say hello to the cat and enjoy the mountain view. Yep, those brown spots down there are cows. And finally, you have the desk. Yes, that’s my University class graduation picture. Please, ignore it.
About the desk, as you can see I have a desktop computer but it doesn’t work well, so I normally use my netbook, which is also dying slowly and painfully. There’s the phone, my mom’s laptop, a few more books, pens, paper, cd’s and voila, that’s it! Some of my reference books are in my room and when I need them I just bring them here.
I would so love to visit you one day, Elyzabeth. When you are not writing what are your favorite hobbies?
When I’m not writing, I enjoy watching films, going out with my friends, reading and baking. Recently, I also started agility training with my Labrador and that’s also a lot of fun!
Yes, we’d get along nicely. 🙂 What is the most surprising thing you discovered while writing your book(s)?
Figging! No, wait… though the origins of BDSM are not clear, it can be traced back to 490 BC! Or, wait, did you know there is a ski goddess? Her name is Skaði and she’s also the goddess of winter, mountains and hunting. I’ve discovered some pretty amazing things!
I’m not surprised it goes back that far. Ski goddess, really. Very cool. I need to call to her the next time I’m out on the hills. How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
Without counting the short stories and the anthologies, I’ve written 12 books. I’m afraid I can’t really pick a favorite. I love all my children the same *grin*
I’ve only published two so far and I can’t pick a favorite either. It really is a cruel question, lol. What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?
Pay attention to constructive criticism but don’t give up because of a rejection. The writing industry is subjective and what one publisher doesn’t like another might love.
Great advice. Which one of your characters would you most like to meet in real life?
Adrian Ormonde! *swoon* He looks like one of my favorite rock stars and he’s a shifter! A dragon/demon shifter with a muscled body, green eyes, black hair, over six feet tall…*Fans self*
Swoon is right! I’ll take a bit of that fan too. 🙂 What turns you on creatively?
Music is my creative elixir. And coffee, with milk and sugar. *grin*
Coffee and tunes. Yes! I can’t write without either. What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)?
I listen to almost anything, but my favorite is metal music. My favorite group is HIM and my favorite album from them is Dark Shadows and Brilliant Highlights. It’s not their best album, but it was the first one I heard so I love it. I have several favorite songs, but the first one that comes to mind is ‘Heaven Tonight’ from their album Razorblade Romance.
Tell us a bit about the projects you are working on now?
I’m currently finishing up book 3 of The Witches’ Mischief series. It’s another Naughty Fairy tale and once more, the witch Soussanna and her daughter meddle in other people’s love affairs. As soon as I’m done with them, I hope to start a new shifter novel.
Thank you so much, Elyzabeth. It was a lot of fun to get to know you better. Please share with us all the details on Blind Beauty, the 2nd book in your Witches’ Mischief series.
James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.
Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength. Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.
Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?
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Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.
“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.
“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”
Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a shiver.
“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily again.”
James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.
“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.
Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.
What would it feel like?
Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t want him. The thief. That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.