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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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