A big welcome to Brindle Chase! Congratulations on being the first man to join me under the covers. I’ll scoot over *pats mattress* I promise not to bite, well, unless you ask nicely.
How about nibbling? Nibbling is good. Especially if chased by a soft, warm and wet dabs of a tongue… =oP … I so bad!
Yes, you are. Behave. First important question. Silk, satin, cotton, flannel. What is your sheet of choice and why?
For sheets, I like flannel. I like to be very warm and snug at night. I wrap myself up like a mummy half the time. *lol*
A flannel-wrapped mummy. ; ) It’s three o’clock in the morning. What are you wearing?
This sounds boring as hell, but a tee shirt and sweat pants. Nothing fancy.
There’s nothing boring about comfort. Calories don’t count. What snacks will you we be munching on at tonight?
Pringles! Original flavor!! This is not a paid endorsement. *lol*
I love Pringles! When playing truth or dare, would you pick truth or dare?
It depends on who I’m playing with. And if there’s a six pack of Mike’s Cranberry (again, not a paid endorsement! Hehehe) involved, the more likely I am to pick dare.
Okay. Dare! What’s the most daring thing you’ve ever done?
The most daring thing I’ve ever done was actually like a cut scene out of Jackass. I was dared to jump off a freeway overpass without looking to see if any traffic was coming. Luckily, no traffic, but I twisted my ankle something fierce. I was young and stupid…
Good thing you weren’t hurt! Okay, as dares are out—you’ve maxed out!—how about a truth: Have you ever had a one-night stand?
Yes. Far too many. I was a complete male slut as a teen. I often wonder how many of them I would take back if I could. There was one girl, who I was best friends with. We crossed that line and I was too embarrassed and ashamed to talk to her again. Obviously, that was petty and immature. I was young and stupid and ruined a great friendship. I regret that one for sure.
What is the best pick-up line someone has ever tried on you? Did it work?
It wasn’t a line, but a girl who I ended up dating for awhile, came up to me and took off her sunglasses and cleaned them using the leg of my shorts. This was back in the 80’s when even guy shorts were short. *lol* So it was in that region that young men pay the most attention too. She got my attention.
I guess she would! If you could have any car, which would it be?
A 70 and a half hemi Cuda. *drools uncontrollably* Google it… you’ll fall in love too!
Who is your favorite band or singer?
I’ll stretch it to the top five. Iron Maiden, Nightwish, Abba, The Beatles and Mozart.
I can never pick just one either. Abba, huh? Well, we have 4 out of 5 in common. What is your favorite song?
It’s hard to say. I have three that I consider to be the greatest songs ever written. Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. Hallowed be thy Name by Iron Maiden and Ghost Love Score by Nightwish.
What is your favorite alcoholic drink?
There is nothing like a greyhound.
Now that you’re under my covers, lets get under yours. How would you describe your writing style?
My stories are character based. I concentrate on making my characters very real, with strong dialogue to carry the action. Once I get them in my head, they act out the story for me and I simply type it.
1. How did your friends/relatives react when you told them you wanted to be a writer?
No one was surprised when I became an author. People know me as having a creative and overactive imagination. That I became a romance writer was a little shocking.
There aren’t many male romance writers. What kind of feedback do you get from other writers and readers.?
2. What is the best piece of advice on writing you’ve ever received?
That the rules of writing are not rules. The best writers learn to write without rules. That rules are for those who can’t write, but would like too. I don’t know how true it is in general, but it’s very true for me.
3. Do you listen to music while you write?
Oh yes! From Iron Maiden and Nightwish to Garth Brooks and the London Symphony Orchestra. I’m embarrassed to confess I even have Miley Cyrus in my playlist. I like all kinds of music and it blocks out background noise so I can get into my character’s heads and tell their tales.
4. I promise I won’t tell a soul about Miley Cyrus. Do you have anything in the works?
I’m working on several. I have 7 novels and 7 shorts in progress. In between revisions on my upcoming release, I’m trying to focus on an experimental piece. It’s a romance written strictly from the hero’s POV instead of the heroine’s. No head hopping. Part of my style is, I don’t head hop hardly at all. In this experiment, it’s to see if I can still live up to romance reader’s expectations, while conveying the romance from a realistic man’s point of view. I have a couple publishers interested in the outcome, so it’ll get out there I think. How it’s received will be interesting.
5. Wow, that’s a lot of WIP! Do you write full time or part time?
Way part time. My job takes up 60-70 hours every week. Then I’m daddy to my 2 daughters and hubby to my wife. I don’t write at home. I write for about 15-20 minutes before I start work and then for a half hour on my lunch break. That’s the only time I get to write. I have to make it count. I write regardless of my mood, because I can’t put it off for later.
6. Who is your favorite character in your novels?
I only have one novel released, so it would be from Gothic City Lights. From that, I definitely love Lilith. She is so fun to write. She’s an insatiable succubus, but tries so hard to be a good girl. She’s only half-demon, so her two halves fight for control.
What is a movie you could watch over and over?
Saving Private Ryan, Last of the Mohicans, Underworld, Pulp Fiction. See, I can never just pick one!
Ohh, lets watch Underworld! Before I turn on the movie, where can we find you after you leave here?
I make my home at www.forlorn-hope.net and can always be found on my facebook, www.facebook.com/brindle.chase
Taryn Blaze is the reigning queen of rock-n-roll. An ultimate diva who's never been refused anything or anyone--until the hunky security guard doesn't show at the prescribed time, dressed in the white silk boxers her assistant had delivered to him. Outraged, Taryn does what she always does when she doesn't get her way--she throws a tantrum.
Derek Abrahms, a locally hired security guard, is thrilled when Taryn notices him, but instead of recognizing him from her past, she orders him to her hotel room for a night of lusty passion. Determined to teach the diva a lesson, he does what no man has ever done before--he denies the goddess.
When Taryn unleashes her prima dona temper, can Derek remind her of the sweet girl she once was? Or is his Diva-Licious just too wild to tame?
From Diva-licious from The Wild Rose Press
With considerable effort, she fought off the need to snarl. Instead, she'd slice away at his undeserved sense of superior intellect. She was a lot smarter than people gave her credit for. The perfect witty retort came to mind and she couldn't resist a smug grin as she unleashed it.
"Oh for the love of God...Shut up." He grabbed her hand. Before she knew what was happening, he dragged her down the hallway, through her open door, and kicked it shut behind them.
"What the hell do you think—"
His mouth captured hers. His kiss was fiery, hungered, and brutal. He just took her, possessively searing his lips to hers. She thought hers might bruise, even bleed from the roughness. It was sheer bliss. His mouth was wet and warm, his tongue wild in its exploring flicker. Her body was on fire. Shivers of erotic need surged down her spine and her skin pebbled with excitement.
"Shut up," he repeated in a raspy whisper. His hand slid around her neck and gripped her nape tight and hard, while the other traced a finger along her jaw. A trail of fire followed his touch, adding fuel to the fires bursting all through her body. Her head felt dizzy. With rage and with want.
"Don't tell me to—"
He yanked her wrist hard, forcing her to follow him into the living room. A twist of his hand forced her face down across his lap. One of his hands had both her wrists pinned behind her and held at her hip to give him complete access to her ass. Her legs were pinned in the curl of his knee. He was so strong, and she couldn't get loose.
What the hell?
He shoved her thick robe up, exposing her ass. His hand swatted an explosion of stings across her backside. Hard, but not viciously. It stung, and the pain reverberated throughout her pelvis and pooled liquid heat in her pussy. The fury flooded her lust-fueled body. He was actually spanking her. Spanking her! Taryn Blaze!