Welcome
to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.
Today
we’re presenting Author: Olivia R. Burton
1) Have you always wanted to be an
author?
Most of my life, yes! I started writing young (bad fanfic, of course) and
got addicted. It’s such a great escape.
2) What genre(s) do you write?
I write Urban Fantasy, though Rattle is in the sub-genre Paranormal Romance.
I’ve dabbled in Fantasy, but I mostly stick to UF.
3) Have you ever self published?
No, I haven’t wanted to brave it. I think it would cost money that I
don’t have right now to really make sure the book gets great editing and a
beautiful cover.
4) Who or what inspired you to
write your first book?
Well, I was still in middle school so my first non-TV-fic story was
basically a rip-off of Christopher Pike’s The Last Vampire. Once I got that out
of my system, I started working on original work and finished a fantasy story
based around the signs of the Zodiac. I mean to finish rewriting it, but it’s
become a monster of a book so I’ve been putting it off.
5) How many hours in a day might
you write?
When I was writing a lot I would usually write like it was a full-time
job. I’d generally write about six or eight hours a day. It’s been awhile since
I’ve been that productive, though.
6) Are you a plotter or a pantser?
I’m sort of in between.
I generally have a whole idea of the book before I start, but I don’t outline
or plot every chapter. Too, there have been several books that ended up not
being what I came up with at all, but I think they are the better for it.
7)
Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story
it affects how you relate to others?
Not usually. When I’m at the computer writing,
that’s all I’m doing. I completely lose myself in the book and live in that
world. Outside of that time, though, I’m the same person whether in the middle
of a story or not.
8) Are you in any of your books?
Sort of! The fantasy
story I wrote in high school started out as an adventure I wrote starring all
of my friends, including me. I took the most noticeable and interesting traits
of each of my friends—for good or for bad!—and created characters around those.
The character I based loosely on me had my name, but I wouldn’t say she’s me anymore.
I’ve since changed her name to reflect that. And because it’s probably tacky to
name a character after yourself.
9) What do your friends and family
have to say about you writing?
They’ve always been very supportive, even reading some of my really bad
writing back when I was younger. They’ve promoted me to friends and extended
family when I’ve had books come out. My ex-husband was always really
understanding whenever I was in that “The book’s almost finished!” groove and I
needed to hole up and write for a few hours after getting home from work.
10) Please
share an excerpt from your book that totally spoke to you when you put the
words down on paper.
From: Rattle
I
really love every scene with Finn being an incompetent doofus, but as for
touching scenes, I’m quite fond of the first time Veruca shows Finn her powers
and shares a bit of her magic with him.
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“This beats movie night,” Finn mumbled as he lay splayed out on Veruca’s
bed. She laughed, turning to kiss his chest, before propping her chin up to
catch his eye. He shifted as much as he could manage, returning her admiring
smile.
“You’re sure you don’t want me to have a horror movie sent up?” she asked,
walking her hand along the bed as if she’d go for the phone on the nightstand.
“Something really bloody and wretched? With exploding eyeballs and—”
Determined to stop her from making him picture anything worse, he gripped
her hips, sliding her up his body to force her mouth close enough to catch. She
giggled into the kiss, running her fingers through his hair.
“I’ll take that as a no,” she said when he let her lips free. Opening his
eyes, he met hers, content to just watch her for a spell. They stayed close,
sweaty and satisfied, watching each other in silence until she took a deep,
contented breath and pushed upward. She regarded him for a few moments before
tipping her head.
“You couldn’t control that zombie.”
“Ah.” He shifted uncomfortably, resting his hands on her upper thighs. “I
can’t always, no. Sometimes they get away from me.”
“Beatrice didn’t?”
“No, she was easy. She was older, her—Well.” He dropped his eyes, unfocused
for a bit. “I didn’t have trouble with her.”
“It’s curious you couldn’t control Clay,” she said thoughtfully as she sat
up. “You have the power to control so much more than one old lady, Finn.”
He mulled that over for a moment. “Five old ladies?”
“An army,” Veruca said, her lips quirking. He squinted, sure she was putting
him on.
“Of old ladies?”
She laughed, the motion doing wonderful things to her bare breasts. Finn
wondered briefly if he was ready to go again, or if she was at least. He
wouldn’t mind just pleasing her, not just as thanks for all she’d done but just
because he wanted to get lost in the sounds of her breathy moans.
“You should see what I see when I look at you,” she said, leaning forward
just enough to press both hands against his chest, right over his heart. He
looked up into her dark eyes, his brows lifting.
“I know what I look like,” he assured her, grinning as if in on the joke of
his own arrogance. “It’s spectacular.”
“Not just your pretty face, darling,” she said, shaking her head. “Your
soul. In fact ...” She went quiet, biting her lip as if considering something
daring. After a few moments, she gave a nod, taking his hand off her thigh and
lifting it to mirror her position. He fought the urge to slide his hand just a
little further left to cup her breast.
“Take a breath,” she murmured, “and remember that you trust me.”
“I do?” he asked, hoping she could tell he was joking. She was already
concentrating on something else, her expression gone a touch serious, her gaze
on his chest. They were both quiet for a bit, Veruca’s hands warm on his skin,
her lips slightly parted as she worked at something Finn hadn’t figured out.
When he felt a jolt in his chest, a tug at his heart he was sure he recognized,
he frowned. “What—”
A glow started at Veruca’s heart, a slow hum that seemed to have a pulse
like listening to the heartbeat of a sleeping lover. He blinked, shook his head
at first, sure he was imagining the sensations, but when Veruca smiled, her
eyes roaming to his, he realized this was what she’d wanted him to trust.
“You see it?” she asked, turning her attention to the wide windows looking
out over the city. “You see them?”
“I ...” Finn trailed off, realizing her pulse wasn’t the only one. There
were a myriad of glowing heartbeats all around, most of them small and fast.
They moved outside the hotel, hopping along the ledge, little golden orbs
inside the dark shapes of birds. He turned his gaze back to Veruca’s face, but
found it pulled to her chest once again, fascinated by the thin line of glowing
light that trailed from her in a loose line to his heart, to a glow of his own.
It was bright, thick, like a knit case holding his heart safe in his chest.
It looked similar to hers, but brighter, weaved tighter where the line from her
heart touched it, but frayed in certain spots.
“What’s—”
“That’s your soul,” Veruca said, lifting
her hand to run her finger down the line between them. Finn jolted when he felt
the motion as a tiny vibration in his chest. “And mine. This is your power, how
you control the dead.”
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11) Which actor/character(s) would play the
starring role? (you can attach pics or just insert names or both- pics can
compete with the cover, but also pull in a lot of attention. Sometimes a
pinterest link works well too, up to you)
Casting! I haven’t
thought of casting for my books in years, actually. For Veruca, it’s difficult
because she was born in Venezuela and being here in America, I haven’t been exposed
to many Latin actresses. I could see Diane Guerrero in her role, I think. She’s
on Orange is the New Black (or was the last time I was keeping up with it), and
she’s beautiful and seems very confident.
Finn was partly
inspired by Colin O’Donoghue, both because he’s dreamy and because I came up
with the idea for Rattle shortly after visiting Ireland. I was (and still am)
in total and complete love with the country and its people. It was the most
beautiful place I’ve ever visited and I didn’t meet a single rude person the
entire time I was there. O’Donoghue popped up on Once Upon A Time with his sexy
smirk and baby blues and I went, “Well, I need someone that hot in my books.”
Finn’s not as competent or smooth as Hook, though, that’s for sure.
(Finn seen here trying
to remember how to read)
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