Ink Motions - InterviewHow did you get the idea for your novel?There's an old lifetime movie I liked called The World's Oldest Living Bridesmaid. I did a variation on that theme and added in the paranormal element.
What is your writing style? Do you just sit down and write or do you create?My life's been a bit crazy lately with starting a new day job and having to relocate, so my writing habits are a bit erratic at the moment. In general, I try to set aside at least an hour every day to sit down and write. When I'm good, I do at least 1,000 words.
Who is the "Writing Muse" in your life? I.E. who gets your juices flowingWell, I don't really have just one "Writing Muse." All kinds of different things inspire me to write. Unusual people I meet, things that happen when I'm out and about, or a strange dream.
How many novels have you written including all work in progresses you are currently working on?At the moment, I have two stories that are published. The Assistant (M/F), and my debut novella, Wicked Magic: Spellbound Book 1 (F/F), which is part of a series of modern fairy tales. Currently I am working on Book 2 of my Spellbound series. It’s called Strange Magic—a variation on Alice in Wonderland. At this point in time, I see at least one or two more books past that. Different fairy tales with a modern spin, but all the books will be linked together. The second book will elaborate further on just what direction I’m planning on taking the series. All the books will be contemporary full of witches, magic and some shape shifters, with the end game being a lesbian relationship established.
Who is your "writing idol"? I.E. Who do you like and what is it about their writing that captures your soul?I give credit Daphne du Maurier, or more precisely, her novel Rebecca for influencing my writing. Her writing style, in this story, is vivid, poetic and somewhat dark. The main character starts out weak, but transforms over the story as she faces each challenge. What I found interesting is you never learn her actual name. She goes from working as a companion of an overbearing woman to a meek wife. Then she becomes known as Mrs. DeWinter throughout the story, always in the shadow of the first wife, Rebecca. She does discover her identity and power, but her name is never revealed. Quite inventive and effect.
What is your favorite plot line type?I'm not certain how to actually classify it, but I like plotlines where the protagonist discovers they are more than they realized--have magical abilities, etc.--with a destiny to defeat the antagonist.
Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write?Don’t give up. If writing is your passion, don’t let fear or other people talk you out of doing it. Rejection sucks, but when someone finally tells you yes, it makes it all worth it.
What is a good villain?I think a good villain is someone that makes you both love and hate them. They're fun to write. Through those kinds of characters, I get to do and say things that I wish I could do in real life. Not hurt anyone, but to have the power to know someone wouldn't dare harass me.
Excerpt:A half hour later, her coffee cup empty, Elise sat in her office staring off into space. Why did her thoughts manage to work their way back to Dylan Holt? The thing that bothered her the most about the man wasn’t that she disliked him, like everyone thought. What bothered her was how much she liked him.
Since Dylan started working for her, the energy in the office had altered. She felt something changing inside as well. Something that frightened her. Richard was the last person to make her feel like this. No, she shook her head. This was different, something much more intense. At the office, driving in traffic, in her home, sexy daydreams about her and Dylan consumed her thoughts. It felt like she was going through puberty again.
Pushing her folders aside, Elise leaned back in her chair and allowed her mind to wander.
* * * *
It was late. The building was vacant except for her and Dylan. Focused on computer work, she didn’t see or hear when Dylan entered her office. It’s only when she felt a pair of hands resting on top of her shoulders that she knew something had changed.
“What are you doing?” Elise protested, attempting to stand but remained seated, held in place by two strong hands.
“You work too hard.” Dylan’s voice was low, husky. “You need to learn how to relax.”
“But—”
When those hands began to knead her shoulders and neck, Elise stopped talking. Her eyes drooped, threatening to close as her body responded to Dylan’s touch.
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Too b-busy.” As her muscles began to relax, that wasn’t all she felt. Arousal. She shifted in her seat when the throbbing between her legs become more pronounced, discovering how wet she was becoming. No, she needed to stop this now. “This isn’t—”
“Appropriate? No, maybe not, but necessary.”
“Mr. Holt.” The objection was weak. Elise knew it.
“I told you to call me Dylan. But, it does kind of turn me on to hear you say, Mr. Holt.” His tone was suggestive, full of naughty implications.
Elise shivered, a jolt of pleasure settled low in her belly, and her nipples tightened, responding to his touch.
“I know you like me, as much as you pretend to only tolerate me. Why won’t you admit it, Elise?”
“Don’t—”
“Don’t what? Don’t stop?” Dylan’s hands drifted downward. As he slipped inside the top of Elise’s blouse, he skimmed his fingertips across the top of plump flesh not covered by her bra. “I see how you look at me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
Author Bio:K.T. Black often mixes genres when creating her romance stories. Whether her (F/F or F/M) stories are filled with witches or regular people, they frequently include mystery/suspense, sci-fi, fantasy or paranormal elements. She never limits the direction her imagination takes her when telling a good story.
When she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with family and friends, going to movies, cooking, traveling, playing video games, and meeting interesting/eccentric people--many of whom help color the worlds she creates while writing.
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Last year I posted my plans for 2015. Today at the last day of this year I'm reviewing my plans to see how I did. :)
The last few weeks I’ve been on vacation. The longest one I’ve ever taken in years. This vacation is also different because I planned to take two trips during the time. I’ve had such an enjoyable time on both.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all!
With impatient strides, she walked across the yard to the stables. Opening the side door, she walked to Indigo’s stall. She was surprised it was empty. A sound came from around the corner. Following the sound, she stopped. Her heart raced while her pussy flooded with wetness. Silken, sweat-soaked, sun-kissed skin moved as Jonas threw hay back and forth. He stopped and wiped his forehead. Suddenly, he stiffened and glanced back. Pale gray eyes impaled her. Mouth dry, Lexi tried to remember how to speak.
If You Were Mine
The Best Gift
Bella waited until he did before she walked closer to the man. “Tasty Devil? I’ve never had it. What’s it taste like?”
The following afternoon, Devi lay in her hammock, enjoying the idyllic day. Her doorbell chimed and she sighed, reluctant to get up.
“Ian!” she screamed.
Regina put down her cup and stood. She strolled towards him, moving with an innate rhythm he’d always found so intoxicating. She stepped into him, pressing close. Automatically, he placed his hands on her hips.
“Then get to know me. Be with me, Nia. The choice is yours. Next time you come by, plan on spending the night again. This time, bring a bag so you don’t have to rush away to get ready for work,” he said.
His gaze went silver then crimson. “You’re wrong, Tashana. There will be no more you or me. There will only be us.”
Mia blinked as the realisation of what she had just seen filled her.
Wesley was amused by the look of fury mixed with distress on Ian’s normally affable face. He turned, interested in seeing the person who caused such a reaction. Shocked emerald green eyes stared at him. His heart skipped a beat.
