1. How did you start writing erotic romance? On accident. I
set out to write more traditional romances, which I still do, but discovered I
have a knack for the spicier side of romance and I am more than okay with that!
2. Plotter or pantster? Pantsers for sure, I could not write
an outline to save my soul! I like to have a general idea and some characters,
then just like to see where the journey takes me. Keeps it fun for me!
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Confession time, I rarely write at a desk. I write on the couch, in bed, at the
kitchen table, but rarely a desk. In fact my “writing” desk is actually an art
desk and is usually covered in arts and crafts. As for three things always near
me, well my dogs Charlie and Eowyn follow me wherever I am writing at the
moment, coffee, tea or wine are usually pretty close as well.
4. Favorite food? Spaghetti for sure, it’s my go to comfort
food.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character
in the book really spoke to you? Possessed by Love is a light hearted m/m
romance that has some rather interesting ghosts in it. The story is part of the
Haunted Hotties Volume 1 anthology out on Torquere Press. It may be short, but
it certainly is a steamy read about how a snow storm and some frisky ghosts
help bring to men together. As for the character closest to my heart in this
piece, I would have to say Andrew. He feels apart from most people, lonely and
insecure. All things that I can relate to. But one night helps him break out of
his shell and gain the confidence that had been lurking in him.
6. I write because I don’t know how not to. I have too many
stories in my head and they are looking for a way to come out. Writing is
cheaper than therapy I figure. lol
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Damaged and flawed characters. No one, not even fictional characters are
perfect, and I like to show that in most of my characters. Sometimes a
character overcoming themselves is their biggest challenge and I love that when
writing them.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote? I had a
Christmas story out a few years ago, which I hope to self-publish again one of
these days, called Not So Silent Night. My leads, a witch and a shifter, well
let’s just say they felt a connection almost immediately and acted on it, right
on the work table of a flower shop. It was pretty steamy to say the least.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the
erotica/romance field? Read a lot and write a lot. That is what will make you
better. Know the market place. Know where your style of writing will fit.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon? I have a couple
more stories submitted for anthologies and am working on two novels at the
moment. I am also looking into starting my own publishing company next year
with my fiancé. Lots of exciting things to come!
Social and buy links
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sher_V
Website: http://sherivelarde.weebly.com/
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Author bio:
Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her fiancé and their
two dogs.
Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to
be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life,
but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a
living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night.
Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to
our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri
writes about it.
She is constantly putting out new material with various
publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website
www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.
In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer,
independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. Hiking in the
mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate
dinner parties.
Blurb:
Andrew faced the growing storm with animosity. He would be
trapped in his shop for a couple of days with no food or electricity. Hopefully
he could at least get food at the Church Street Café. Food he did find and so
much more once Damian, the owner of the café, asks him to ride out the storm
with him in the quarters above the restaurant. Generators, food and warmth
aside, Andrew has spent months wishing for such an invitation from the
mysterious and sexy Damian. What starts out as light flirtation turns into so
much more. Something comes over both men, letting them leave their insecurities
behind as they become possessed by passion and love.
The door opened and a rush of warm air enveloped and light
him. Andrew sighed in relief, stepping inside. Looking around and seeing no
one, he called out, "Hello. Are you open?" His voice echoed slightly
in the strange quiet that had befallen the entire city, especially the usually
busy tourist section where he worked and practically lived, trying to make his
designs successful. Venturing farther into the restaurant, heading towards the
kitchen in back, he figured it would always be possible to take some food and
leave money. As he pushed the kitchen door open, he called out again, "Is
anyone here?" It was strange that the lights were on and the place was so
warm when the rest of the square was dark and cold, it left him feeling a bit
uneasy.
Suddenly something moved behind him. Andrew turned quickly
but no one was there. The entire dining area was open and he didn't see a soul,
yet he was sure he had felt someone right behind him only a moment before. A
chill ran down his spine, even though the room was warm from several fires
burning. A little scared, he warily continued into the kitchen.
"Hello?" Still no answer, so he proceeded to look
for food. Upon finding some takeout supplies, Andrew began to fill them with
posole and chili, figuring he could warm them on the wood stove back in his
store in some old pot or something should he be stuck longer than expected.
“Always be prepared.” He mumbled to himself, chuckling as he remembered his
brief stint and disastrous stint in the boy scouts where he learned that motto.
Just as he was packing up to leave, wondering why all the
food was there and still warm without a person in sight, he heard a deep, sexy,
masculine voice behind him. "Can I help you with something, Andrew?"
Andrew shrieked like a boy as he turned around.
"Damian, you nearly scared me to death. I called out over and over with no
answer." Andrew’s heart rate kicked up a notch, as it always did when he
was in the presence of the new café owner. The man was so damn good-looking; he
always reminded him of Benjamin Bratt: tall, dark, and handsome, but with a
Spanish accent. He was just too hot for him to handle, and he usually stammered
inanely, making a fool of himself in the other man’s presence.
Thank you so much for having me!
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