Welcome
to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.
Today
we’re presenting Author: Zoey Marcel!
Thank you
for having me, Allyson! It’s good to be here. J
1)
Have you always
wanted to be an author?
Since I was eight.
2)
What genre(s) do
you write?
I write erotic romance and dark erotica,
mostly ménage, BDSM, paranormal, and cowboys. Sometimes I’ll write MF and
historical, too. I have plans for some MM books in the future.
3)
Have you ever
self published?
No, but I plan to. I’m working on a series
that is way too dark to be sent to a publisher, so I’ll have to self-publish
that.
4)
Who or what
inspired you to write your first book?
My first book was started when I was
fourteen. My original inspiration was Gone
With the Wind. I rewrote my book, Where
the Rebel Flag Still Waves, multiple times. Now it’s pure erotica MFM
ménage set during the civil war with paranormal aspects. LOL Definitely
different than it was originally.
5)
How many hours in
a day might you write?
I don’t have a set number since my toddler
dictates most of my time. I go in cycles where I’m focused on writing and
pretend there’s no such thing as housework, then I put writing aside for a
couple of weeks to work out hard and get on a schedule of cleaning, cooking,
and getting errands done.
6)
Are you a plotter
or a pantser?
I’m a plotter mostly. There are a couple
of books where I just started writing without an outline. I usually make one,
though.
7)
Do you ever find
yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story it affects how you relate to others?
Not usually, but I’ve had times where I
really just wanted to shut myself in a room and not be bothered while I write
during a moment of inspiration. I think that’s fine sometimes as long as you
don’t start living that way. In the rare event I do, I know it’s time to take a
break and focus on exercise and getting things done.
8)
Are you in any of
your books?
Not as a whole character, but occasionally
I’ll slip parts of myself into some of my books. One of my heroines, Mellie,
from my Men of McKenna Downs serial had my tendency to take empathy too far
sometimes to the point of wearing yourself out. I’ve gotten better with that
and taking time for myself. It keeps me sane and non-bitchy. J
Occasionally I will slip subtle things
into books that are cathartic for me to write. It feels good to put it out
there, and I always feel stronger because of it. I think you can be whole
again, yet still feel the memories when looking back without letting them
cripple you or take over your life.
9)
What do your
friends and family have to say about you writing?
They don’t know my pen name. Most of the
people I know have very different views than I do and would be scandalized, so
I keep it to myself. I know people who’d be fine with it, but sometimes word
gets around.
10) Please share an excerpt from your book that
totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper.
Below is an excerpt from Green Broke Woman (Masters of Black
Dragon 1). To me, it’s one of the most touching parts in the book because the
heroine, Kayla, has just been through hell and heartache and she comes home
after seven years.
I just love this scene because of the lost
love getting a second chance. Kayla doesn’t know if Travis and his brothers
ever married, so there’s this emotional turmoil of standing there face to face
again after all this time, not knowing if he waited for her or if he’s moved on
and she’ll never get the chance to show him how much she loves him.
The scene below is in Travis’ point of
view when he sees her.
Travis Langley drove the
tractor into the barn and parked it
before shutting the engine
off. Time for a break. He wiped his
forehead with his arm and
climbed down, taking a cool swig from his
water bottle. Leaving the
lid off as he held the bottle, he moseyed out
of the barn, allowing the
water a moment to settle in his gut.
A small, curvaceous woman
coming up the road almost made
his neck snap when his head
jerked to look at her. Man, she looked
like Kayla Sanders. Yeah,
right. His sweet little Kayla just happened
to decide to come home to
him today, wearing—Oh lord, what a
dress. The sleazy black
number looked more like a slip. Probably just
some random woman.
He watched her closely,
finding his body moving almost
involuntarily toward her.
His mouth hung open when he got a better
look at her. It was Kayla.
His baby cricket had come home to him. The
plastic water bottle landed
on the ground with a muted thunk and an
erratic gurgle of spewing
liquid when he dropped it. He quickened his
pace, wondering what the
hell he would say to her after being apart
for so long.
Kayla stopped at the split
rail fence and just stared at him with
her lips parted. She looked
like an adorable, hot librarian or a sexy
nerd with her big black
glasses, but they didn't overpower her face.
Rather they seemed to
flatter her like she'd been born with them.
She had more tattoos than
before. One on each thigh, a portrait
of Marilyn Monroe on the
inside of her right forearm, and some word
scrawled all fancy-like on
her collarbone, though she was too far away
for him to read it clearly.
She had a few colorful tattoos on her left
arm, but not enough to
qualify as a sleeve.
The bitty black dress
hugged her hourglass figure, and the
cleavage pretty much
screamed “Here are my titties”, but he didn't
mind one bit.
Her long, wavy curls of
sleek ginger fell soft and free over her
shoulders, flirting with
her beyond distracting breasts. Her plump
limbs were tan, and he had
to smile at the way she stood barefoot with
her high heels in one hand.
She'd always loved running barefoot in the
spring and summer.
He waited for her to speak
first, but she just stood there gaping
at him, looking as if she
might cry.
“You came back,” he
breathed in disbelief.
“I did,” she said, seeming
stuck in a state of shock. “Did you
... are you married?” She
twiddled her fingers and averted her eyes,
but her voice cracked with
the threat of tears. “I … I know you always
talked about getting
married and having kids someday.”
“I'm not married, Kayla. I
never married.”
The organ in his chest
swelled with joy. He wanted to give
noogies to his brilliant,
knucklehead brothers for talking him out of
marrying Veronica years
ago. He'd just been straight with her and told
her he couldn't promise
forever when he'd always love someone else.
She'd been understanding
and informed him of a job offer she'd
accepted in Chicago. They'd parted
ways on good terms and said
they'd keep in touch, but
he knew like she probably had that they
wouldn't.
Now Kayla had come back to
him, and it was his turn to be
happy again.
She stared at him, blinking
rapidly like she wrestled with an
army of tears.
“Jake and Keith never
married either.” Travis felt the nurturer
in him stir when he saw the
tear dribble down her cheek. He heard the
break in his already
softened tone. “We waited for you, cricket.”
She broke down and cried
right there in front of him. He
breached the confounded
feet between them and threw his arms
around her so tight he
heard the air being squeezed from her in a
breathless gasp. She hugged
him back and sobbed onto his shirt.
“I missed you so much,
girl.”
Kayla squeezed him hard and
cried harder. “I missed you, too,
all the time. I thought I
was never going to see you again.”
He kissed the top of her
head and then lifted his eyes to heaven,
mouthing a soundless thank
you. “I always prayed you'd come back to
us, but seven years eats
away at a man's morale. Why'd you stay away
so long?”
“Because I was stupid,” she
wailed. “I'm so stupid.”
“Shh. No. You're back now.
That's all that matters.”
He cupped her cheeks and
laid one on her. Her enamored
whimper drove him crazy as
he rubbed his lips against the smooth
softness of hers, feeling
his sex drive roar to life when her lips parted
for his questing tongue.
He should have kissed her
years ago and told her how he felt.
Instead he'd tried to do
the right thing even though his smitten heart
had told him it was wrong.
And she thought she was the stupid one?
Their tongues twined slowly
in a hot, silky caress of saliva and
heart. His possessive side
wanted to pin her up against a tree and
show her just how much he'd
missed her, but he didn't want to scare
her off. The dirty fun
would come later. Right now he just wanted to
hold her and taste her
sweet mouth.
She moaned softly and
pressed into the erection straining
against his jeans. He
deepened the kiss, getting even more excited that
she rubbed her hands up and
down his chest through his shirt. When
her thumbs grazed his
nipples, electric pulses shot off in every part of
his body.
From: Green
Broke Woman (Masters of Black Dragon 1)
Masters of Black Dragon, 1
Kayla Sanders has loved the
three Langley brothers since childhood, but her youth and innocence keep them
from acting on their feelings for her. Undaunted, she goes to California and
seeks the help of Hugh Randall, a Dom, to train her in BDSM so she will be the
submissive woman the Langleys want.
She never counted on falling
for the Dom who trains her or on falling for Virgil Paisley, the hot cowboy in
a white Stetson who comes to her aid when duty calls Hugh away
mysteriously.
When Kayla returns to Kentucky, Travis, Keith,
and Jake Langley profess their love to her. But a predator from Kayla’s past
wants her back, and when she least expects it Hugh and Virgil walk back into
her life. All five men want her, but none of them are willing to back down.
Will she have to choose from among all of them, or is there another way?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFMMMM),
BDSM, double vaginal penetration, caning, spanking
11) Which actor/character(s) would play the
starring role? (you can insert pics or just names or both here)
The heroine, Kayla Sanders, was based on a
random picture I saw that intrigued me.
Master Hugh was based on actor, Hugh
Laurie.
The other heroes were based on country
singers.
Travis Langley – Travis Tritt.
Jake Langley – Tim McGraw
Keith Langley – Keith Urban
Virgil Paisley – Brad Paisley
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