Ink Motions with Anneka Ever

Anneka Ever is a romance author. Her contemporary love stories are set in the mountains and small towns of Virginia. Her strong heroes and independent heroines explore their passion against the beautiful backdrop of rivers and forests.

An award-winning poet and short story writer (under her other name), Anneka brings a fresh perspective to stories of dating and relationships. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America. She lives in Virginia with her husband and three dogs.

Anneka’s website is www.AnnekaEver.com. Her novel Riverswept is published by Liquid Silver Books.

 

 

 

 

Ink Motions - Interview

 

How do you get an idea for your novel? It’s still a mystery to me. I never start out with just one idea. I know I want certain things to happen or I want to write certain scenes.

 

What is your writing style?  I create character sketches and the skeleton of a story. After that, my muse takes over and I just go along for the ride.

 

Who is the "Writing Muse" in your life? Nature, particularly mountains.

 

How many novels have you written, including all works-in-progress? Riverswept is my second novel. The first was written under my other name. I’ve also published a compilation of my poems and short stories that have appeared in literary journals.

 

Who is your "writing idol"? I.E. Who do you like and what is it about their writing that captures your soul? I love the work of Ron Rash, especially his novel One Foot in Eden. It’s an amazing, beautiful book. His writing inspires me. His first published works were poems and the language of the poet carries through in his fiction.

 

 

What is you favorite plot line type? I don’t have a favorite. Whatever suits the story and whatever works is what I like.

 

Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write? Plant your butt in a chair and write.

 

What is a good villain? Readers should be able to empathize with some small part of a villain, otherwise he’s cardboard. We’re all human. We all have foibles.

 

 



Blurb: 

Molly is an up-and-coming PR rep for a mining company. Finn is the owner of an ecotourism business. She’s determined to make her client look good. He’s determined to shut them down. Pitted against Finn and his group of protesters, she begins to see the issue from a new point of view. When the two adversaries come together, they are swept away in a flood of passion.

 

Excerpt from Riverswept:

She couldn’t resist dropping by his house. The garage door was closed. No cars were parked in front of the house. Looking over her shoulder, Molly didn’t see anyone watching, so she crept into his yard and up the steps of his porch. She peeked into the windows. The house seemed empty. He must still be on that kayak excursion.

Feeling like a stalker, she bounded down the steps and headed into downtown Burns. She would stroll through town toward the river and back around to her cottage. She took her time, worried that the lightheadedness would return.

By the time she reached the water’s edge, dusk blanketed it, softening its surface. Molly squinted at the river. The only illumination was that of fireflies peppering the air with unholy green light. Moving near the launch site, she caught sight of something pale. It was Finn’s white T-shirt glimmering as he put away equipment in the MoRE shed. Molly made her way to him.

He stood stretching and slapping away mosquitoes. When he saw her, he hefted a coil of rope under his arm and tossed it into the shed. He shut the door, locked it, and turned to greet her. “Hey, I was getting ready to call y—”

She interrupted him with a deep kiss. A pleasant, throbbing ache had set up inside her. He could make it go away. She ran her hands up beneath his ponytail and freed it from its band. She let the silky gold strands stream through her fingers like a pirate gloating over handfuls of doubloons. Smiling, she held his face between her hands and kissed him hard.

“Here,” she said. “Now.”

“Whatever you say,” he murmured. Pressing himself against her, he ran his tongue along her earlobe. A mantle of dew covered their shoulders as Finn led her away from the shed to the river. Beneath the branches of an old pine tree, he laid her down on a bed of fragrant needles.

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Ink Motions with Lynn Crain

 

 

 

 



Lynn Crain realized at an early age she wanted to write. She took the long way to that goal by doing a variety of things like nursing, geologist, technical writer and computer manager. Even though she is no longer in the medical field, Lynn has studied natural medicine and remedies for years. She is currently getting her Ph.D. in natural medicine with an emphasis on historical medicine and is still utterly fascinated with all things medical. During her free time she weaves fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales as well as erotic stories for various publishers. She lives in the very hot southwest with her husband, son, one dog, three cats and a snake named Sandune. She is a past board member of the Romance Writers of America, past VP of EPIC and current EPPIEs Chairman for EPIC.

She loves hearing from her readers at lynncrain@cox.net.

 

 

 

 

 

How do you get an idea for your novel?

 

In general, I get my ideas for novels everywhere. My husband often says he can’t take me anywhere because I’ll start yakking at him about something I just saw and how I can put it in a book.

For the book, Night of the Blue Moon, I was drawn into the story by a friend who had written book 1. I was enchanted and started playing the ‘what if’ game with their characters. Suddenly, I had a brother the girls didn’t know they had. Once I presented the ideas, my friends all tweaked their books to encompass what I wanted to do in book 4 of the Blue Moon Magic series.

 

What is your writing style?  Do you just sit down and write or do you create?

 

Wow. I never really thought of my writing style. I come in every morning the moment I wake up and look at emails for no longer than an hour. That includes any Facebook/Twitter time. Once that’s done, I pull up my latest work and try to put in at least 3-4 hours on that one story. If that story doesn’t do it for me, I pull up the next one in my queue and I normally have about five stories going at any one time.

BUT there have been times where I’ve just sat down and created without thought to anything else until the story was done. My all time record is writing about 13,500 words in a day. I was finishing up a short novella of about 25k. It was fun, exhilarating and extremely focused.

 

Who is the "Writing Muse" in your life?

 

I don’t really have a writing muse as most of the time, my writing is on. Only when life things get in the way do I have periods where I’m not writing. Otherwise, I’m always writing.

Music will get my creative juices going almost every time as it can compel me to write a difficult scene or put together something totally new.

 

How many novels have you written including all work in progresses you are currently working on?

 

Right now, I’m standing 21 published works, with the majority of them being novella length. I have a couple that are short stories in there as well.

As far as WIPs, I have 3 long novels that I’m working on, meaning 100K. Those are with my agent and if you love Scotsmen, you’ll love this series called The MacKenzie Clan. I’m also working on another 5 novellas and a handful of short stories plus one big series called The J.R. Chronicles. MOF, it already has its own website.

I guess you could say I love to be busy. LOL!

 

Who is your "writing idol"? I.E. Who do you like and what is it about there writing that captures your soul?

 

Oh geez, there are so many of them. I love Gini Koch, Linnea Sinclair and Jessica E. Subject for sci-fi romance. I love almost anything urban fantasy. I also love a lot of the classics like Edna Ferber, Jane Austin and Margaret Mitchell. I also read hardcore science fiction and right now I’m on a Craig Johnson, the Longmire series, kick as well.

But overall, there isn’t really and author I don’t like. I’ll give everyone a chance.

 

What is you favorite plot line type?

 

Another good question. I don’t really have a single favorite plot time. I love where the hero or heroine has hidden something from the other. I love the ones where one of the characters acts like they are the spouse or fiancée of the other. I like plots where they just meet normally and have the hots for each other.

Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write?

Don’t ever stop believing in yourself. Writing isn’t a flash-in-the-pan type of career but is one that grows slowly, over time and needs a lot of nurturing.

 

What is a good villain?

 

One you hate to love. Think about it…didn’t you have a love/hate relationship with Darth Vader? I know I did. Sure, there are those you really wouldn’t have anything to with at all yet, for me, I thought about what if I were the one to turn Darth Vader into a good guy.

 

Night of the Blue Moon

Blue Moon Magic, Book 4

 

One father.

Two mothers.

Four siblings.

One incredible story about that special night which changes them all. Forever.

Finding his true family, is one thing. Wanting something he couldn’t have another.

All his life he felt he hadn’t belonged but it wasn’t until Clarity Langford appeared did he know the truth of it. Once that truth was revealed there was no going back for Connor Angus, only forward. He discovers he is the long thought dead son of pack Elite leader, Charles Langford. And with that knowledge comes a family full of sisters, mystery and longing for things he’s not sure he has any right to obtain and one of those things is Cordelia Sinclair.

Excerpt:

Falling back into the kitchen cabinets, he briefly clutched his side. “Damn it, you’re just not going to give up easily, are you?”

“Why should I?” She eyed him cautiously.

“Because I could seriously hurt you.”

“Now why don’t you just give it your best shot then we’ll see just who gets hurt.”

The man slowly shook his head. “All right, now remember, you asked for it.” He threw a punch that landed squarely on the left side of her head.

Cordelia shook it off but it still left her ear ringing. Grabbing his other arm, she charged into his stomach with her head and flipped him over her back. He landed with a resounding thud on the floor next to the table and on top of the broken china. She was only able to stand there a moment, her sides heaving, when she was knocked off balance by his leg making a wide sweep. It almost knocked the air completely out of her but she managed to throw another punch on her way down.

He grabbed her fist and twisted her arm, picking her up and shoving her facedown once again on the table.

“You have no right being on top of me, so get the fuck off.” She gasped for breath, his added weight making it hard to even move a centimeter.

“You know, I think you’re a little bit sexy when you’re pissed like this. I can smell your pheromones. You want me.” He took a long, slow whiff of her, as if to imprint her on his memory.

“I don’t even know you!” She screamed and tried to buck him off her even as her nipples hardened under her. Heat swelled in the V of her thighs and feelings began to overwhelm her. Feelings that she had never felt before in all her life. Not even with her husband. It was like her body already knew this man intimately.

He leaned down into her softness, and she could feel his body coming to life. His hardness pressed into her butt and all she wanted to do was to get herself out of her pajamas. Thank God, she had decided to sleep with them on last night.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you like it this way.” He ground his body into hers a little more. “Take that back, I know you like it. I can smell it on you and your wet body is telling me exactly what you want. Your body is betraying you.”

Enraged, she slammed her head against his nose. “You don’t know me well enough to know how I like it. And you don’t know anything about my body.”

She heard him groan as she cracked his face. Still, he wouldn’t let go.

“It’s not going to be that easy,” he whispered close to her ear. He started to rock his now very hard cock into the gentle curve of her ass as he rained light, feathery kisses on her neck.

God, he almost had her undone. “What are you doing to me?”

“What do you want me to do to you?” he questioned and flipped her over to stare into her face. Reaching down, he placed his hands on either side of her head and pulled her up to meet him. Lips and tongues met forcefully, pulling and tasting and testing. Gently, he nipped at her bottom lip.

He felt so good up against her. Greedily, she put her hands under his T-shirt and felt the muscles. There was no way that she could have beat him no matter how hard she tried. Letting her hands roam up his chest, she plucked his nipples until they were hard, delighting in the sound he made.

“God, woman, you make me crazy.” Reaching for the collar of her shirt, he ripped it down the center, revealing her taut breasts.

“That’s not fair,” she whispered. “Take this off.” Cordelia tugged at his T-shirt until she pulled it over his head. He looked at her for a long moment, before leaning down to take her nipple in his mouth. She could see the bruises spreading across his cheeks and knew she must have some too. The original question of who he was floated into her mind, but at this very moment she didn’t give a damn.

NOTES:

NOTE: This is a NOVELLA with adult situations and language. It is not intended for those under 18 years of age.

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Ink Motions with James Bowie

 

Ink Motions - Interview with James Bowie

How do you get an idea for your novel? Generally an idea just pops into my head, or I read about an incident in the news and want to use it as a background for the story

 

What is your writing style?  Do you just sit down and write or do you create. I can’t do anything until I’m at the keyboard. Sometimes I can scratch down an idea or a character’s appearance on a handy notepad, but the real magic (LOL) takes place in front of my computer.

 

Who is the "Writing Muse" in your life? I.E. who gets your juices flowing when. So many authors do it for me. I have to mention Carol Lynne because it was she who got me my start with Totally Bound. She sent an erotic story I’d written ‘My Vampire and I’ to them and what was to be a one off became an eight part series. I love Carol’s writing – it amazes me how she comes up with so many fresh sounding stories all the time. In older times I was a fan of Mary Renault who wrote books of the ancient Greeks, and two excellent stories about Alexander the Great.

 

How many novels have you written including all work in progresses you are currently working on?

My 61^st story will be released May 27^th (I think) Title is ‘The Vampire and the P.I.’ and will be published by Wilde City Press. Currently I’m working on a sequel to my last Totally Bound release ‘All I’ll Ever Need’ – no title yet – and another Nick Fallon mystery – Murder In The Desert.

 

Who is your "writing idol"? I.E. Who do you like and what is it about their writing that captures your soul?

Again so many…one male gay writer stands out and actually was a kind of mentor to me – he doesn’t know it of course. Michael Nava, who wrote a series of mysteries with a really interesting lead character, Henry Rios, a gay Latino lawyer who takes cases no one else will touch – a champion of the underdog – I love that.

 

What is your favorite plot line type?

A mixture of mystery, paranormal and erotic romance.

 

Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write?

Stick with it and ignore the critics. Love what you do – it’ll show in your writing.

 

What is a good villain?

I love writing villains – I guess it’s the dark side of me that can only come out in fiction. He or she should be good looking just so they can fool the victims into thinking they’re the good guys, and totally without a conscience. Cold blooded and cunning. Ooooh!!

 



 

This is from All I’ll Ever Need.

When Edward Conway came out to his family he never imagined their reaction would be to shut him out of their lives. Searching for acceptance he leaves his hometown hoping to find a new life in Los Angeles. Finally daring to enter a gay bar by himself, he meets Alex Martinez, a celebrities publicity agent, and the two men connect on all kinds of levels. Despite the pressure of Alex’s job, which takes him out of town soon after he and Edward connect, Edward feels he may just have met the man who can give him something to live for.

Things look good until Edward’s wild roommate Troy, needs a lift to a party where ‘sex, drugs and rock’n’roll’ are the order of the day. Reluctantly Edward agrees to drive Troy to the party, but before he can leave he becomes the victim of a vicious incident that could shatter the hopes he had for the future.

Alex is there to lend support but he is haunted by a tragic past, and in the present is torn between an old loyalty and the wish to make Edward a lasting part of his life.

Excerpt:

Edward, new to Los Angeles has gone to his first gay bar. He’s whisked onto the dance floor by Herbie who turns out to be the proverbial douche forcing Edward to tell him to back off in no uncertain terms. Later the bartender tells Edward that a man wants to buy him a drink…

 

The man at the end of the bar was drinking red wine and raised his glass as Edward approached, slowly winding his way through the milling crowd. He was momentarily stunned by just how good-looking the man appeared. Older than him, Edward guessed, late twenties maybe. He wore a T-shirt and jeans, both black, and sufficiently tight to show off his lean, muscular body to great advantage.

“Hello.” The hottie smiled. “I’m Alex Martinez.”

“Edward Conway.” They shook hands, and Edward liked the cool, firm grip. He took in the dark brown eyes framed by sooty lashes, the aquiline nose, full lower lip and the white, even teeth his smile revealed. He eyed the almost full glass in Edward’s hand.

“I’d like to buy you a drink, but I see you have one.”

“That’s okay,” Edward said, then surprised himself by adding, “I’m happy to just talk, if that’s all right with you.”

“Very all right, although it’s tough to do in here with all the noise.” He took a sip of his wine and his dark eyes held a hint of humor as he gazed at Edward over the rim of his glass. “I liked the way you handled the tattooed gentleman on the dance floor.”

Edward grimaced. “You saw that? I don’t usually get into confrontations so easily—especially within minutes of coming into a bar for the first time. Gary, the bartender, told me Herbie’s a bit on the pushy side with first timers.”

“Herbie—that’s right. Couldn’t remember his name. He came on to me too, the first time I was here.”

“Can’t say I blame him for trying,” Edward remarked with a wry smile.

“I like your accent, very Southern gentleman. Are you from Virginia?”

“North Carolina. You won’t have heard of the town.”

“Try me.”

“Ellingsworth.”

“You’re right, I haven’t heard of it.”

They chuckled together and Edward relaxed under the warmth of Alex’s charismatic personality.

“You like the Rockin’ Bar?” Alex asked.

“Yeah. I read in a magazine this was one of the best dance bars in LA so I had to check it out.”

“Ah, so you like to dance?”

“Love it. How about you?”

“Are you asking me to dance?”

Edward jerked his head in the direction of the dance floor. “Never can resist Radiohead,” he said, grinning.

“Let’s do it.” Alex grabbed Edward’s hand and together they eased their way through the crowd.

Maybe this evening won’t be a dud after all. Edward took time to admire Alex’s tall frame from behind and get an eyeful of the round contours of his muscular butt. The awkward moment with Herbie was forgotten as he and Alex joined the gyrating throng on the floor. Alex placed his hands lightly on Edward’s hips and started to move expertly to the solid beat. Oh yeah… He followed Alex’s lead, matching the man’s sensuous moves. They shared a smile then Alex pulled him closer and leaned in to brush his lips lightly over Edward’s.

Wow, twice in one night… More than I’ve had in so long I can’t remember. And this time I don’t mind it at all. Nice… Better than nice.

He felt a definite stirring in his groin from Alex’s featherlight touch and the thought of protesting as he had with Herbie didn’t even cross his mind. Instead, he pushed forward a little, inviting more than just a touch, parting his lips slightly. He breathed out an involuntary gasp when Alex slid the tip of his tongue over Edward’s lower lip. The thrill of it sent a jolt of desire straight to Edward’s cock. Wanting to prolong the sensation of Alex’s mouth on his, he reached up to cup the nape of Alex’s neck, holding him in place as their tongues tangled and the kiss morphed from one of mere fleeting pleasure to mind melting ecstasy

He was only vaguely aware that the music had slowed, and with it the movement of Alex’s body, now firmly pressed against Edward’s. Alex wrapped his strong arms around him, and an unmistakable hardness glided over his own confined erection. He leaned back just a little when their kiss ended so he could gaze into Alex’s dark brown eyes. They met his own with an intensity so powerful it made him tremble with anticipation of what the rest of this evening might bring. He’d never done this before, never allowed such searing intimacy with a veritable stranger, yet it seemed so natural. So good… So right. He inhaled the intoxicating, spicy scent that lingered on the smooth skin of Alex’s neck and buried his face there.

They were barely moving now, simply swaying sensuously to the music, then Alex asked, “Perhaps we could find somewhere quieter to talk?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Although he hated to give up the pleasure of being in Alex’s arms, the prospect of spending more time with him, perhaps alone, had the greater edge. There was no doubt from the state of both their arousals that talking would lead to something even more satisfying. At least that’s what he hoped for… Maybe at last fulfilling his fantasy.

“I’m going to have to visit the john,” he said when they returned to the bar. “That beer is going straight through me. Sorry.”

Alex smiled. “I’ll be right here when you get back. Don’t get lost.”

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