Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Carlos and Casey

Author Interview Questions 

1. How did you start writing erotic romance? It began with vivid fan fiction when I was about 12 years old. I wove myself into the lives of my favorite band back in the day (full disclosure? Fine, it was Hanson), and of course this included romance, relationship drama, and plenty of hilariously uninformed sex scenes.
2. Plotter or pantster? Pantser with a desperate wish to become a plotter.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk? The book “Gotham Writer’s Workshop: Writing Fiction”, a sculpted wooden pre-Columbian couple that represents my partner and I, and like, fifty notebooks.
4. Favorite food? *blink* Um…does ‘anything Indian’ and ‘anything Mexican’ narrow it down? That’s the most specific I can get, probably. I love so much food!
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you? “Carlos and Casey” is a short story looking at the awkwardness of time. They are ex-lovers meeting for the first time after four years and neither really knows if the spark is there. It’s told from Casey’s point of view, and as a woman, she really spoke to me because I’ve been in plenty of those socially awkward situations where you have a history with someone, but you try to pretend like you don’t. It just becomes the elephant in the room. And the elephant can either go to sleep real quietly and you forget he’s there, or he goes storming around demanding everyone’s attention.
6. I write because ____... it is my coping mechanism for life; if I didn’t do it, I would be a very jittery, bursting type of person.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about? I love writing about women who are so independent they can barely let themselves fall in love. Or rather, it happens without their consent, and then they spend the novel trying to understand how this could have happened.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote? I think it’s in my current work in progress. There is a very unexpected shower encounter between the leads, and it turns into some really fun, slippery, and tender moments.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field? Write until your fingers bleed, and read until your eyes bleed. Seriously. Do so much that you think you can’t do anymore, and then do more.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon? I’m finishing up my third novel, which is a romantic suspense involving a baby bounty hunter, a freak snowstorm, and two very loner leads; then it’s on to tackling the fourth novel, which may or may not have a future sci-fi setting, some mafia involvement, and a very long and sad separation between a married couple.

Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young.  A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides in South America with her Argentinean partner, a detail she uses to justify her Bachelor's degree in Latin American Literature. In addition to romance novels, she also writes travel articles, maintains three blogs, and continually attempts to complete a mildly-gripping short story. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, travels the world, and eats lots of vegetables.
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Casey hasn't seen Carlos in four years, but a business trip brings the ex-lovers together, making them question whether the spark is still really there.
Blurb: Recently divorced, Casey has been longing for a man's touch. So when business brings her back to Carlos, the one that got away, it has to be fate. The four years apart have only done him better, and all she can think about is having his arms, and body, wrapped around hers. But Carlos is not the same man he was four years ago, and Casey too is feeling the weight of too much time gone by. Can Casey help reignite his fire or has time left them behind?

Her breath caught as she followed him up the staircase, tucked to the far side of the house. Carlos had always been fit enough, but it looked like he'd taken up some new form of exercise in the past four years. He was beefier, yet still lean. His ass moved round and tight in front of her as they climbed the stairs. At the landing, he gestured in front of them.
"This is my studio, but it's all yours for tonight."
It was a rec room that took up the whole second floor, and far more standard male than the ground floor alluded to. Movie posters, gaming systems, books scattered on floors and coffee tables, and, off to one side, the trumpet, asleep in a bed of sheet music. In the corner there was an overstuffed couch just about as wide as she was long – it would be great to sleep on, even better if he could bend her over that armrest and fuck her until dinner was ready.
She cleared her throat, deciding adult friendships could be fun, even after four questionable years. "I thought I'd be sharing a bed with you?" She tried to keep her tone playful as she sauntered toward the couch. She tossed him a smile and she caught a glimpse of him looking very stricken. Shit. Too far. Things are too different now. Abort!
Maybe too much time had passed in general. Maybe he was courting a girl and wanted to take it slow with her. Maybe he no longer found her attractive, four years becoming the dagger in the heart. Maybe he'd become celibate, or found her life too normal and boring. There was a whole list of reasons why she shouldn't make the first move.
"I was just joking," she said after a moment, rolling her eyes. "Come on, lighten up."
He exhaled slowly, looking down at the ground as his tongue found the corner of his mouth. "I know it was a joke, Case."
"In case you forgot, we used to share a bed." She looked at him pointedly, already horrified that the words were coming from her lips. What was the getting at? Who had authorized this dialogue?
He squeezed his eyes shut and laughed softly. "Oh, I remember."

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