I'm actually discussing two projects, fairly closely linked.
What is the working title of your book?
Where did the idea come from for the book?
I've wanted to write a non-m/m BDSM erotic romance for a while. I don't see myself writing m/m anymore, really, unless it's linked to The Druid Stone's Layers of the Otherworld series. It's time to move on. I'm not going to retire this pen name, although I'll be writing under a new linked one: Solace Ames. I love writing women again, and bisexual men being bisexual!
The Dom Project is m/f BDSM contemporary erotic romance. Love is a Stranger is MMF BDSM contemporary erotic romance.
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
This is the image that perfectly represents The Dom Project. It's from August Magazine featuring Daniel Henney. I would also accept Rick Yune. I wish I could figure out what the name of the other model is... she's also perfect!
Here is another inspiration pic, of a younger Aaron Kwok—our dude has tattoos.
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
It's like Fifty Shades of Grey except the heroine works for Special Collections hunting down rare vintage porn and the hero is an A/V tech at her university so I guess it's actually not like Fifty Shades of Grey at all, and I suck at these synopses.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
We will be submitting it, but I don't want to go into more detail than that.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
I started Love is a Stranger first, then paused it for The Dom Project. We're 43k out of 58k now... soooo close! For Love is a Stranger, I'm 33k out of an estimated 90k. It's got three POV characters after all *fans self*
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Books by Cara McKenna (I'm turning into a huge Cara McKenna fangirl), Charlotte Stein, Scarlett Parrish, Tiffany Reisz (very very different tone, but I admire how she's done innovative stuff), Varian Krylov's Hurt, Light Switch by Lauren Gallagher. Basically, complicated erotic romance that messes with tropes.
Who or What inspired you to write this book?
I think I answered that above... hmm.
For Love is a Stranger, this song and video.
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
The Dom Project has an erotic candlestick polishing scene. And literal pearl clutching.
Here's an excerpt from one of the lighter parts. For a sexier one, check out Heidi's blog.
“So how do we handle the money?” Robin asked. She felt awkward bringing it up, but better a little awkwardness now than an embarrassing wallet-shuffle in front of a rack of dildos.
John stopped walking and put his arm around her shoulder. She leaned in closer, into his warmth. Even though it had gotten harder for them to talk, the language of touch always came through.
There was a cool breeze this evening, blowing in from the Pacific and sweeping the smog clouds away. A beautiful evening for a movie and a dinner date. Or a movie and a dinner and an expedition to a sex shop.
“I was thinking I could buy you something, and you could buy me something,” he said. “Of course, I already have the serious gear.”
“So I should get you something frivolous,” she mused. “A Hello Kitty cock sack? I wonder if they have those.”
“No thanks. But doesn’t she have a friend—the black penguin dude? He looks kind of domly. You could get me one with him.”
“Not if you ever want me to sleep with you again. ‘Domly’ or not, I don’t know if I can take a man seriously when he has a penguin on his junk.”
“And yet Hello Kitty is okay.”
She flashed him a coy look through her eyelashes, tucking her hands behind her back as she twisted on her heels. “I may or may not have had a very nice session with a dominatrix who had a Hello Kitty tattoo on her hip.”
John raised an eyebrow and grinned. She hadn’t told him everything about how she got started in the first place; it was too much fun teasing him with bits and pieces. “Did you pay for it?” he asked.
“No.” Robin walked onwards to where lewd mannequins beckoned behind glass. Hand on the door, she tossed him another piece of the puzzle. “I bartered for it.”
Paul parked in the shadow of the glittering silver Escalade. He’d been to this Beverly Hills house several times before, enough to not really care that his own Camry didn’t fit in.
He texted the people inside. -At the door.
When he put his hand on the door and swung it open, that reliable magic struck.
He walked in like he owned the place, his latest review had said, and it wasn’t the first time someone had used those words. Knowing Jay and Adriana had written them made the reading of it more satisfying than usual, though.
He walked in like he owned the place.
“What the hell are you doing here?” CJ asked. He was a big man, built strong, a little more solid around the shoulders than Paul. He worked in sports but he’d never been a player, and Paul imagined he probably had a home gym and a personal trainer.
Paul brushed past him like he didn’t even exist.
“I called him over,” Mary said. She was naked, except for high heels, and carried a riding crop. “I wanted to show you how a real man fucks, you goddamn sissy bitch.”
“No,” CJ moaned. “Don’t do this to me.”
Paul had to fight to keep a straight face at this point. Once past the protestation stage, he enjoyed these sessions, but CJ’s love for melodramatic delivery was always dangerous.
The rope was on the hall end table. CJ struggled weakly. Paul held him down with the minimum of full body contact. CJ wasn’t really his type, but he was good-looking enough that Paul regretted not being able to stick something in him while he was down there. CJ didn’t go that way, unfortunately.
Paul tied the last knot and moved to let Mary have a go at her husband, her full breasts quivering magnificently as she struck with the crop.
When she was panting with exertion and nicely worked up, he had her against the wall, then on the floor, not two feet away from where CJ lay bound, his eyes wide and stricken.
He came inside her. Went to the spa-sized bathroom, threw away the condom and washed his hands. Waved goodbye on the way out. “I’ll lock the door behind me,” he told Mary. She was always nervous about that.
“Thanks,” Mary said. “See you next month.” She turned away and looked down on CJ with cool delight, very much like a cat, and nudged a pointed toe against his thigh. He moaned again, and this time it sounded entirely real.