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Monday, February 10, 2014

Author Interview with Jenny May

Welcome to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.

Today we’re presenting an author who writes under four! pen names. Read on…
                                               
1)      Have you always wanted to be an author?
I was a reader before the thought of becoming an author ever teased my mind. Historical romance was my passion, and I was devouring a book a day. It wasn’t until someone finally asked me, why don’t you just write one, that I gave it serious thought. Their question sparked something inside me and the next day I threw myself into my first story. It took me exactly twenty-three days, but late that night, I typed The End, and knew it was the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life. Now I write under four different names. (A lot, I know, lol) Jennifer Salaiz, Jenny May, Alaska Angelini, and Jennifer May for paranormal romance.
2)      What genre(s) do you write?
Mainly erotic romance. Most of them are paranormal. But I also write contemporary erotica, paranormal romance, and right now I’m working on a western historical romance that I’m excited about.
3)      Have you ever self-published?
I have! Two Doms, One Night is the only book I’ve self-published so far. I’m also working on a dark erotic romance that I hope to publish by the fall of 2014.
4)      Who or what inspired you to write your first book?
Passion Projected was inspired by a dream. My ex-husband woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me about how he’d seen someone floating above me while I slept. Although the dream was absolutely ridiculous and weird, the beginning had stuck with me and reminded me about something I’d learned years before. Astral projection, but more importantly…dream lovers. My mind was nonstop thinking about it, and before long the words to Passion Projected were pouring from me. It also goes with my newest series Astral Awakenings under my Jenny May name.
5)      How many hours in a day might you write?
Wow, lol. Most days I’m writing off and on from nine or so in the morning, and I usually don’t stop until around midnight. Sometimes later. But when I’m in a part I can’t break from, it’s non-stop within those time frames. Deadly Desires (The Soul Collector 3) was one of those books. The novel took me eight days to write, revise, edit, and send off. I was taken over, putting in around eighteen hours a day, and loved every minute of it.
6)      Are you a plotter or a pantster?
I’m a little of both, but I’d say I’m definitely more of a pantster. I usually start with the first sentence and let it take off from there. Where it leads me is an exciting journey. I love being just as surprised as the reader.
7)      Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story it affects how you relate to others?
All the time! When I’m writing, having a conversation with me is pretty much pointless. The moment someone starts talking, I find my mind drifting. I don’t know how many times I’ve been faced with a long, awkward stare. Oh, I’m sorry, did you just ask me something? Yeah…that one.
8)      Are you in any of your books?
Me, as a complete person, no. One of my readers, who happens to know me really well, did point out a lot of things about me she finds scattered through my writing. A lot more of me goes into my books than I first thought.
9)      What do your friends and family have to say about you writing?

I’ve been fortunate to have very supportive friends and family. My mother’s opinion matters to me the most, and the fact that she couldn’t be any more proud makes me the happiest person in the world.





















10)      Please share an excerpt from one of your books or a WIP that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper.
The constant tapping of the pen had Barbara’s heart increasing faster than it already was. For a shrink, Dr. Natrol wasn’t a very good one. At least, not in her opinion. She’d never seen a psychologist before, but she was pretty sure he was supposed to be putting her at ease, not increasing her anxiety even more by drumming the fountain pen against his knee.
For the third time he seemed to catch himself and pause, bringing his hand to rest behind the clipboard he held. “So tell me, Barbara, how many of these dreams did you say you had?”
If he wanted a number, he was asking the wrong person. Although she couldn’t remember exactly when they’d began, they’d continued now for years. “I’m not sure. I think they began when I was about twenty-four.”
“And you’re thirty-three, now.” He hesitated, and then started writing on the paper.
“Yes.”
Sweat was beginning to collect between her breasts, and she shifted in her seat. Why had she even thought to come here? Sure, dreams happened to everyone. And maybe a few even had the same type of ones repeatedly, like her. But it wasn’t the content of what was in Barbara’s mind that had her running to the shrink. It was what had happened at the end that had scared the shit out of her.
“Why don’t you go over these dreams with me again? How do they usually begin?”
Flashes of her nude body sandwiched between two men while they touched and evoked pleasure she didn’t even know was possible had heat enflaming her skin. To think of speaking the words out loud was beyond terrifying. She wanted to stand and rush from the room. But this had gone on long enough. Something was happening inside of her mind, and she needed to know what it was.
“It always begins with darkness. My body feels itself wake up, but I can’t see. Suddenly, it’s as though I open my eyes, but my vision is different for a few seconds.”
He leaned forward. “But you say you’re awake before you can see.”                 
“Yes, I feel I am. My mind is aware that I’m awake, if that makes sense.”
“Please, go on.” Dr. Natrol’s hand began moving as he continued to write, but Barbara was too focused on the scene that filled her vision. The dreams seemed so real. Like the events had really happened. And while she stared at herself, head back, moaning with desire, it was as though she could reach out and touch her and her men. It might have been somewhat dark where she was, but she could still see the two figures who caressed every inch of her body so lovingly. Their faces. Their eyes. In her mind, she knew them on some other level that was incomprehensible for her to understand. And she wanted to know how.
“Well, I open my eyes, and I can feel myself floating. It’s like, I know I can fly, but I don’t want to. Instinctively, and I’m not sure how, I feel myself pulled to a place I’ve seen hundreds of times. And yet, I’ve never been there at all.”
“You say pulled. How so?”
Barbara blinked hard, breaking her focus from the men. “Like sucked across the span of miles at the speed of light.”
His mouth parted and he quickly closed it. When he lowered his head and began writing again, she swallowed hard. God, would he think she was crazy? Maybe she was being too trusting telling this doctor that she was seeing things. Even if it was in her dreams. Maybe he’d think there was something more wrong and lock her away.
Barbara quickly shook her head, trying more to convince herself. That was ridiculous. He wouldn’t do that. Would he? Surely not.
“Why don’t you describe this place to me? What does it look like? Are you alone?”
Again, the memories took over. She closed her eyes, giving herself to them freely. “The room is dark, but there are candles always lit. I believe the walls are a light color. But I’m not sure what shade it is.” Barbara tried paying attention to what she could remember and not focus on the men as one of them sucked her nipple into his mouth. These were just recollections. Nothing more. Her body sure was responding, though, as if it was still happening.
“There’s a dresser, with a large mirror. And”—she cleared her throat at the wetness that was increasing from her pussy by the second—“There’s a large computer desk, off to the side. I see two doors. One leads to a long hallway. The other goes out to a terrace.”
“So you’re in a bedroom?”
Barbara nodded, not trusting her voice just yet. One of the men kissed their way down her stomach, while the other continued to give her breast attention. Their hands were all over the place. It was hard to stay in this moment, knowing the doctor was waiting for her to continue. She didn’t want to. She wanted to bask in the pleasure all three of them were sharing.
“Have you been onto the terrace, Barbara?”
She forced her eyes open. “No.”
His gaze narrowed at her. “Then how do you know there’s one there?”
How did she? “I’m not sure. I just…do.”
“You said earlier that these dreams are sexual in nature. Are they always with the same person?”
Now this was where it was going to be hard for her to continue. Saying she was with two men was beyond embarrassing for her to admit. Hell, she hadn’t been with one man in the last five years, more less, two. At the same time, no less.
“Yes, the same people are always in my dream. They never change.”
“They. There’s more than one?”
She looked down, mortified. “Yes. There’s two men. Always the same two.”
There wasn’t so much as a pause in his questioning. “You’ve been dreaming of the two same men now for nine years. Have they always looked the same?”
The question threw her off. Barbara brought her eyes up to him and blinked as she recalled when the dreams first began. “No, they were younger, then.” Her hand subconsciously trailed down her face. “One’s a bit…scruffy. His beard is just a little more than a five o’clock shadow. It’s been that way for a few years. It used to be smooth at the beginning. The other one’s face is sometimes like that too, but mainly clean shaven for the most part.”
“How old would you say these men were if you had to guess?”
She shrugged, still studying their faces in her mind. “Mid-thirties. Maybe a little younger, but not by much.”
“Can you describe them to me?”
Barbara didn’t even break her assessment of their appearance. “One has dark hair. The others’ I want to say is lighter. Maybe dirty blond. It’s too dark to see the exact color. Their bodies…” A delicious shiver raced down to her core. “They’re very built. Wide shoulders. Big arms. The blond is a bit leaner, but looks very powerful. Tanned skinned for both of them.” She paused, as she made her way to their faces. “Their eyes glow, but there’s barely an illumination. Yet the colors are unmistakable. The man with the dark hair has the prettiest shade of blue. It’s very bright. And an emerald color for the blond. They almost look different than human eyes.” She stopped herself from going further as she connected stares with one of her men.
The connection she held with the dark haired one was so gripping it nearly took her breath away. She couldn’t get over the fact that it felt like he was looking right at her. In this very moment.
“Excellent. Now that we both know what your dream men look like, why don’t you try walking me through one of the dreams. You’re in the room you always go to. And you’re there with them. What happens, then?”
From: A Dream Mating (Astral Awakenings 1) Releasing from Siren-Bookstrand March 3, 2014


11)      Which actor/character(s) would play the starring role?

I’m not sure about actual actors, but if I had to pick someone to appear as my characters, I’d have to say, Traven, my alpha, would look like David Gandy. My other hero, Jackson, would be Jesse Pavelka. 

















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