Hold on, have a look at Ink and his cover first.
Okay, stop drooling~
Hi Doris,
Sit Back, wriggle and
get comfy, give me Budda. That's it. Now cup your fingers take deep breaths and
relax.
Hi Raven, glad to be
here. Watch that Budda, he'll get into everything!
Okay?
Yeah, think so, ta.
Good.
How's the blood pressure?
Slowly getting back
to normal, I think. Release days get me into such a tizzy!
What music shall I put on?
Anything with a beat J
What would you like to drink? Tea or wine? (Budda is fine,
he has a bar of dairy milk, a steering wheel to play with, and grandma to
cuddle.)
Coffee, please.
Now then, a mini bio in ten words or less, and you can't use
mother, mum, wife or incredible author because we know that. Or shifters, saucepans
(cos you want to hit me with one) or ice
cream.
Oh Bother
*glares*
Hopelessly romantic
day dreamer, who likes to spin hot tales.
So now Doris, why tigers?
Because my characters
did a 180 on me and announced they were shifters. In book one of the series Estelle walks into
her boss' office to find shredded paper everywhere and there are grooves on his
oak desk that remind her of her cat's scratches. And right there and then he
told me he was a tiger. It was absolutely useless to argue, so I simply sat
back and took dictation.
Okay, so of course the next question, er why BDSM?
This was originally
aimed at an anthology named Keyboards and Kink, so BDSM it was. The basic
storyline popped into my head straight away when I read the submission call.
When my hero announced he was a shifter it added another dimension, and it was great
fun to write.
Right, so now, how did you decide Cherie had been through so
much?
Heh, you make that
sound as though I had any say in that. Cherie popped up in book one and I
noticed there was a certain amount of tension between her and Ink. I didn't
know why. I did know that she didn't like to be touched. So I had to figure out
why? The more I delved into the reasons, the more she opened up, and once she
started telling me her story there was no stopping her. I cried lots. I tell
you, which probably makes me sound like a loon, but I'm a complete pantster, so
my characters are very real people to me.
I simply take
narration.
Give us a six sentence now?
"If I
ever find you in here again, no number of safe words are going to stop me from
claiming what's mine. Do you hear me, Cherie?"
She nodded her
confirmation, not trusting her voice would work, as dread warred with the
fierce yearning to be held by this man, to be claimed by him. By Jordan, the
man she had fallen in love with all those years ago, when life was simpler, and
Ink didn't exist.
"Look at
me, girl."
She
straightened her spine and forced herself to look at him.
That’s niiiiice.
So now what would you have Ink be if he wasn't a BDSM
club owner? Why?
He would be in law
enforcement of some sort. Perhaps the military. He's a very dominant person, a
natural born leader, and he takes no prisoners.
I love Cherie, she has over come so much. How did you find
her? Do you think all women are so strong?
I love writing strong
heroines. All of my heroines have strong personalities and can take care of
themselves. I cannot abide damsels in distress, and as the mother to five
girls, it's important to me to be a strong role model. We as women have a lot
of hats to wear, and as life gets more and more hectic the pressure on women
just increases all the time. We need to be a size zero, with the perfect looks,
perfect body, kids, house, blah, blah, blah.
Well, life isn't like
that. I'm far from perfect, but I was raised with a strong sense of self-worth,
and I do my best to instill that in my girls.
So, Cherie, she wears
many scars, emotionally, and physically. She is a curvy lady, who has been
through a terrible ordeal, but she is a survivor. When her life is in tatters
she finds her way back to the one man, who can help her, Ink. He needs her as
much as she needs him. He drove her away years ago, and he has never forgiven
himself for that.
Will they manage to
heal each other? Well, you have to read the book J
Okay now you know I'm going to say something like this, so
in 40 words or less, explain BDSM to those who don't get it or shudder at the
thought.
It's all about trust,
safety, and consent. Trust in your dom/me. Freedom that comes with placing your
trust in someone else, to give over control completely, and to reach that place
inside of you, where you're at peace.
Right, thank you, I
understand a bit more now.
So lets have fun.
Your 5 favorite characters
from any of your books and why.
Sven Larsson from
Scandinavian Scandal, because he was my first hero.
Marco Giovanni from
Too Cold To Love. He undergoes such a big journey.
Kitty Giovanni from
Too Hot To Handle. She's strong, passionate, and a fantastic mother and friend.
Cherie and Ink from
Tiger Scars. I so loved writing their love story.
What is Cherie's favorite song and why?
Pussycat by Tom Jones
– think it's self-explanatory, really!
If Ink had to have a tattoo on his groin what would it be (and
do not say painful)
A curled whip.
Do you have a tattoo? Would you? If so where and what and
well, why?
No, I haven't got
one. Though I'm thinking about growing old disgracefully and getting one. Just
as soon as I've figured out what I want.
How do you chose your hero and heroines names?
They tell me.
And finally… Where do
you get your fabulous titles from?
LOL. You know where,
Raven. Riding her Tiger was your idea and Tiger Scars was a collective effort
with my crit group. I'd narrowed it down to Scars of a Tiger or A Tiger's
Scars. It was my rather fabulous editor who suggested Tiger Scars J
So are you going to share an excerpt? After teasing us with
those six, I reckon we need more.
Would love to.
"Eyes on me, baby girl."
The softly delivered words held an unmistakable
command she was unable to ignore.
"Good girl." His smile of approval warmed
her from the inside out, even as his next words sent her into panic mode again.
"Strip for me."
"No, I can't … I—" His finger on her lips
stopped her, and Cherie froze at his exaggerated sigh.
"Are you arguing with me, girl?" The
softly delivered words were deceptively gentle, and he tapped her lips once,
before he stepped back and just watched her. Cherie kept her gaze on the floor,
not daring to look at him. You didn't say no to Ink in full Dom mode, and his
earlier gentleness notwithstanding, she knew he never truly lost his persona.
It had been a huge part of him fifteen years ago, and from what she had
observed over the last year, it was now as much a necessity for him as
breathing. His reputation was as fearsome as it was just, never cruel, but
always demanding, expecting instant obedience from any sub or employee – that
was Ink – and that was the very reason she sought him out after all.
She shook her head, knowing that he was watching
her every move as he slowly circled round her.
"So, what's it to be, girl?" She
flinched at the intonation, the audible proof of his annoyance. Her fingers
slowly went to the hooks on her Basque, her hands shaking so much she couldn't
unhook the delicate loops. His large hands over her frozen ones stilled the
movements, and she bit back a sob of relief.
"Remember to use your safe word, Cherie, if
you have to. I'll stop. We regroup. I'm not a monster, but we won't leave here
until you've beaten this." His gravelly voice washed over her, soothing
her as much as the words, delivered with spine-tingling intensity. This was the
man she remembered, the man who'd won her heart. "Do you understand what
I'm saying to you, baby girl?"
He cupped her chin in his hand forcing her to look
up at him and Cherie lost herself in the concern she read in his eyes. She
nodded, and he smiled briefly, before he re-assumed control.
"I can't hear you. Use your words, girl."
The abrupt change in his attitude focused her like
nothing else could, and she scrambled to comply with a shaky, "Yes,
Sir."
"Good girl. Now, strip!"
Again she tried to comply, her hands shaking so
much it took several attempts to just unhook the first loop. She struggled on,
taking courage from the quiet way Ink simply stood watching her. When she
finally unhooked the last barrier and her breast fell free, his sharp intake of
breath had her feverishly trying to cover herself.
"No, let me see."
The terse command whipped through the air as
effectively as the real thing would have, and she dropped her hands.
Mortification spread through every cell of her body, and she clamped her eyes
shut, not wanting to see the disgust in his eyes.
He continued to circle her slowly, and she jumped
when his hands settled on her shoulders. They traced a path down her shoulder
blades over the zigzag pattern of scars she knew were on her lower back. His
hands caressed her hips drawing her stiff body back against him, and she gasped
at the feel of his thick, long cock pressing into her. He dropped a kiss on her
neck, and his hands skimmed across her ribcage until they cupped the heavy
globes. He massaged them gently, causing her head to fall back on his shoulders
as her body reacted to his nearness. His harsh breath in her ear, the reverent
way in which he traced the scars crossing her tummy, his renewed intake of
breath at the puckered, ugly area under her right breast, where the knife had
sliced through her, leaving a sunken stretch of skin, all combined to slowly
build her arousal.
"Never hide from me, baby girl. You're
beautiful."
Fresh tears fell at the whispered words, and she
shook her head. The slap to her inner thigh brought her head up, and her eyes
flew open.
"Are you calling me a liar, girl?"
"No, I … I mean, sorry." She mumbled the
words, and she winced at the sharp tug to her hair, forcing her to follow where
he led. One hand at the back of her neck, the other on her chin she had no
choice but to look at herself in the full length mirror.
"What do you see, when you look at
yourself?"
Cherie sought his eyes, pleading with him, but he
simply increased the pressure on her neck to the point of pain. His eyes hard,
unforgiving flint held a hint of his tiger, his expression murderous.
"Answer me, girl. I grow tired of waiting. You
don't want to add any more to the punishment you've already accumulated."
"P-punishment?"
Ink merely smiled, but his expression softened
slightly when she started trembling; and he gentled his hold on her.
"I seem to recall you rather liked being
punished, baby girl. Always pushing, always sassy." He traced his thumb
over her lips, demanding entry, and she opened automatically. His eyes
darkened, and he groaned when she sucked the digit into her mouth. A tiny spark
of power went through Cherie at his reaction, and he narrowed his eyes and
withdrew his thumb immediately.
"Nice try, girl. Now answer me. What do you
see?"
He sighed at her whispered, "I can't,"
and stepped away and behind her. Goosebumps erupted on her skin at the loss of
contact, and she shivered anew. Their gazes connected in the mirror, and she
breathed a sigh of relief when his hands settled back on her hips, pulling her
back against him.
"Shall I tell you what I see?" He lifted
her breast out of the way so that the deep wound was clearly visible in the
mirror. "I see a woman who survived. A strong woman, who should wear her
scars with pride. A woman with curves a man wants to get lost in. I see my
woman."
***
I've a request, can we please have the blurb for Tiger Scars? And will you let us know how we can contact you, and of course give us all the buy links?
Of course, here you are.
Blurb
Can some
scars ever truly heal?
Cherie ran away from Ink once. She is not
going to get the chance to do so again, but helping her heal will take all of
his skills as a Dom. Using Shibari, Knife play, and Ménage sex, he shows her
that pleasure can be found in the things that haunt her.
Emotionally and physically scarred Cherie
has sought refuge at Club Ink, where she keeps everyone at arm's length. When
Ink forces her to face up to her demons, does her submission hold the key to
her future happiness? Or will their shared past destroy them once and for all?
Wow okay, thank you so much. Oh? You want Budda back? Er
he's a bit chocolatey at the moment. Um here's wet wipe!
Now, what did I tell you about giving that boy too much chocolate!!
Ha ha *sniggers*
Now there's no way I'm letting Doris go without knowing how we can all get in touch with her, So Doris, details please.
Ha ha *sniggers*
Now there's no way I'm letting Doris go without knowing how we can all get in touch with her, So Doris, details please.
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I also recently joined Pinterest, which is proving far too
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Of course we all need to know where we can buy Cherie and Ink's story so...
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-tigerscars-866823-142.html
Now, I've got to say goodbye, because I've got my credit card out and I'm going tiger shopping.
Now, I've got to say goodbye, because I've got my credit card out and I'm going tiger shopping.
Thanks, Raven :-)
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