Happy Monday and welcome to the wonderful and talented Rebekah Lewis as she brings us the dirt on her writing habits, reasons for being and urges for mac and cheese. A woman after my own heart.
1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
It was an accident. LOL I had an idea for satyrs, and I wanted to make them as true to their definition as possible, which means I can't shy away from the sex where they are concerned.
2. Plotter or pantster?
For the most part a plotter, but sometimes I get stuck and the only way around it is to jump ahead if I have a scene in mind.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Pepsi. Chapstick. A cinnamon walrus.
4. Favorite food?
Mac and Cheese
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
Mercury Rising came about because I needed to give Hermes room to take over where he wasn't interfering with another character's story. He was the character that I didn't expect to appear as often as he has, but he won't stay away. So giving him novellas after every few satyr books gives him a moment to shine on his own.
6. I write because ____...
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
The ones that have no filter, because you never know what they will say next, even though you are creating the story. They surprise you at every turn.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
There was a flashback scene in Wicked Satyr Nights, and let's just say…that was an accident too. LOL
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Don't think stress too much about how others will think about what you write. Write how you want and write what you love.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I am working on the third Satyr Novel, Satyr from the Shadows, which takes place around the same time as Mercury Rising (it overlaps). After that I may take a break from the satyrs to finish either my dystopian or my follow up to the Wonderland short story I did this year. Will see where they writerly winds take me!
Nymphs in peril, obsessive gods, females who literally cannot admit when they’re wrong, and unruly satyrs. Just another typical day for Hermes.
When Zeus refuses to demand Apollo release Daphne from captivity in Olympus, the only option left is for Hermes to free the nymph himself. A simple task for a god with his skillset, but risking the wrath of Apollo never went well for anyone.
However, imprisoned nymphs aren't distraction enough when a former flame crashes back into Hermes' life. It’s been a long time since he laid eyes on Hybris, and the timing couldn’t be worse. As the goddess of hubris, she has many quirks—such as being incapable of apologizing. And no matter how much she tries to assure him she can be trusted, the memory of her betrayal remains.
As they formulate a plan to rescue Daphne, Hermes soon suspects no threat is greater than the tribulations of the heart.
Don’t miss the first part of The Adventures of Hermes, a companion series to The Cursed Satyroi.
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"I don't have time for this, Hy. I have things to do. Important things." A promise made to a satyr, one Hermes intended to keep. A damsel in distress. Heroics and all.
Hybris yawned. "Yeah. I see. Meandering around California and swimming at the beach is a matter of life or death."
Shaking his head, he opened the glass door into the house. He attempted to shut it behind him, but she shoved past. Hermes made an extensive effort not to notice she still smelled like pomegranates.
"Well, I was waiting for Zeus to summon me before you showed up with your judgy...judginess." He closed the door and turned back to find her relaxing on his couch, despite her soaking wet clothing. Rude.
She studied her nails. "And did he?"
"Then you aren't doing anything important." Her gaze flicked down to his groin. "Yet." Standing, Hybris advanced toward him.
"No. Oh, no, no, no. No." Hermes rocketed away and hovered out of her immediate reach. "We are so not going there again. Not this time. Not this day. Not happening." Was she for real? After all she'd done, she wanted sex from him?
Unsure if his ego or her influence on his personal hubris affected him, a warm smugness took hold. He'd always been cocky, but she could bring it out to the maximum.
"And why not? I'm a beautiful woman, you desire me, and you have an open schedule. Take off your pants and pleasure me."
About the author:
Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.
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