Showing posts with label Brantwijn Serrah. Show all posts
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Monday, November 7, 2016

The Pact



The Pact
By
Brantwijn Serrah

Author Bio:
When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills  her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours on end sketching characters and scenes in her secret notebooks.


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Blurb:
Fleshlings and darklings… Rune-weavers and demons… When you walk in the land of the Reaper, who will survive?
Serenity Walker has cast runes for as long as she can remember. Her teachers call her a prodigy, and her secret studies hold the key to unlimited potential. Once an orphan left on an old woman’s doorstep, Serenity finally belongs. But when her mentor is murdered right in front of her, her hopes of a home die with him.
Her quest for vengeance leads her into a dangerous deal with a demon. Armed with its dark power and her own talent with the runes, she blazes a trail across the lands where ranchers and railroad men are kings, where the prevailing law is the law of the gun. To find the man who reshaped her past, Serenity offers up her future. She’ll face a world where weavers are hunted down to be hanged, whipped, or burned alive...but she won’t face it alone.
As Serenity’s mission takes her farther than most weavers are willing to go, she’ll have to decide who her true enemy is: the wicked men of the world, or the powerful demon inside her.
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Suggested Tags: Weird West, wastelands, witches and possession, Norse mythology, cowboys, country western, supernatural
Excerpt:
The monk stood in wait for her, halfway up the aisle. He'd appeared out of nowhere again, quick and quiet as a scavenging rat, and glared at her with eyes full of mean shock and disgust.

“Witch,” he spat. “I knew it as soon as I saw you. Devil! Bride of—”
Serenity threw the sigh of fehu at him, the sign of the cattle’s horns, and it caught him high in the chest to send him stumbling backward. The power issued forth a bit weaker than usual. Her demon felt suffocated in the holy place, sapped by the wards against their kind and hollowed out by the ravaging spells she’d twisted back in the tavern. But it cast the insufferable priest to the stone, striking him down with a callous resentment, and she stalked across the aisle at him.
“How dare you come into this place of worship!” he sputtered, crawling backward on his behind as she came closer. “How dare you—”
“How dare I?” she snarled.
“Murderer!”
“All I wanted was a place to rest for the night,” she muttered. “A room and a bed, and to be left alone. I didn’t come here to harm anyone. But somehow I get you, chastising me in the street, thinking to tell me what I can and can’t wear even while you sit there ogling, and I get your servants breaking into my room and burning years and years’ worth of study, and then I get a mob of your people screaming for my blood, planning on hanging me in the middle of the night. And you, padre, you have the gall to call me a murderer?”
“The Lord will repay you in kind!” the priest shrieked. “When you come here, doing the devil’s work! Wearing his symbol upon your breast! Whore! Devil’s whore!”
She leaned down and grabbed him by the front of his robes, pulling him up to meet her eyes.
“You’re right,” she hissed. “I do the devil’s work. I wear his mark. I traffic with demons and I command their power. So it might have been wise of you and your people not to piss me off.”
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Author Interview Questions
1. How did you start writing The Pact?
The Pact was my first-ever attempt at National Novel Writing Month, in 2006. I'd just joined my first role-playing group as well, and we were playing a game themed in supernatural horror, set in the American "old west". The story isn't exactly a retelling of that game, but the experience sparked to life a scene in my mind: an apprentice in the arcane arts, a night of studying magical tomes, a beloved mentor killed in a gunslinger's duel. That's how I first discovered Serenity Walker, and her story -- her long walk -- started there.
2. Plotter or pantster?
A little of both. I don't exactly plot and what I do plan out its really just snippets and scenes that play in my mind long before their time in the story...but beyond that, I write as it comes to me. Since the entire series of The Pact was written in conjunction with National Novel Writing Months over the last ten years, it became natural to work with very little structural outline our preparation.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
These days I write mostly by hand during the day, filling in down time between projects at my day job. So I'm surrounded mostly by file folders and desk supplies, but the three most important things are my Kindle (which I'm working on right now, as a matter of fact), my fleet of mechanical pencils and one heroic barrel eraser, and my alien Happy-Face stress ball.
4. Favorite food?
Oh, always changing with the seasons, you know. My classic fave is macaroni and cheese, but I do love me some rolled tacos with beans and rice and also eggs benedict, which for my family is a holiday breakfast tradition. I always look forward to my mom's homemade eggs benedict on Christmas morning.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
There are three characters over the course of the whole series who really, really call to me. Ladies whose stories I just fall into, whose personalities speak to me...characters I love, quite honestly. But in the first book, it's all about Serenity. She's so blessedly imperfect, and so blind to it. She's convinced she's got it all figured out, and watching her get knocked on her ass is almost a kind of self-reflection for me. I feel connected to her, and when she's forced to pick herself up, dust herself off, count up the new scars and keeps on going in spite of it all, I feel a little like I could actually be heroic inside, too.
6. I write because hey, these stories ain't gonna tell themselves!
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
The imperfect ones. The ones who start out on top of the world, with so much promise at their fingertips...until they royally fuck it up and watch it fall apart. Then they have to find a way to put it all back together again. Our, maybe, put together something altogether more meaningful than what they started out with.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote? Since I normally write romance and erotica, I've explored some very interesting bedroom scenarios. If you're a romantic, I think my sexiest is the final love scene in Goblin Fires. I really feel the passion and devotion came through in that scene well. If you're kinky, my short story Holston Street Halloween Party is probably my sexiest. Lots of bondage and sensual slavery. But if you're into taboo, My tentacle hentai story Bad Dreams takes the cake.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field? Don't be afraid to push the boundaries. But research your subjects well, and proved with gusto.

10. What is next on your writerly horizon? I've just submitted Elfin Nights, the second book in the Four Courts series, and I'm moving on to Winter Hearts, the next story in my Blood and Fire series. After that, I'll be on to the next book in The Pact.


Monday, March 14, 2016

All Mad Here by Brantwijn Serrah


All Mad Here
By
Brantwijn Serrah
Length of Book: Short story, under 10k
Genre: Fantasy erotic romance; Alice-in-Wonderland theme; NC17 for language and graphic sexual description
Blurb:
Finn expected a quiet birthday: a night off, touring the local bars with his sister Reagan. But his two princesses, Nineva and Nerissa, have already planned a big surprise. Before he knows it, Finn finds himself in a version of Wonderland, racing the Red and White Queens for his fondest birthday wish. Can he best the Red Knight, find the White Rabbit's missing token, and outsmart the Chesire Cat, before he gets turned into a sheep?

And can Nina and Neri possibly know his true birthday wish...is them?

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Author Bio:
When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours pencilling naughty, sexy illustrations in her secret notebooks.
Brantwijn has two romance series currently in-progress with Champagne Books.  She's also had short stories published in several small press anthologies. She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories and audio readings occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.

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Excerpt:
“You are almost free,” she said. “But alas, for riddle number three.”
Finn had no worries. The first answer had been tied to Spring and Autumn, the second to Winter. She had but one Court left to draw from.
Nineva swept up close to him. “What did my sister give you, which I now wish for you to give to me?”
“Wait, what?” he asked.
She seized him before he could react, pulling him to the grass with her, drawing him into another kiss. Finn flailed a moment, once more caught off-guard, but he planted his hands on either side of her, holding himself above her.
“Bloody hell, lass! Whatdo my Ladies mean by all this?”
“Finn,” she said. Her hand stole down, sneaking to his groin, where she teasingly caressed him.
What did my sister give you, which I now wish for you to give to me?”
He stared.
“Nina,” he whispered. “The rules of this game are...very unclear to me.”
“Ah, well...allow me to make them clearer,” she said.



 All Mad Here – Writing the Perfect Love Triangle

All Mad Here is the story of three best friends discovering a new level of their relationship, as the tender feelings of youth evolve into passionate romantic desire...and the all-too-common dilemma: which woman, ultimately, will the hero choose?
In this case, however, his choice is both.
I’ve been interested in writing “the perfect love triangle” since my seventh-grade history class. These were the words my teacher chose to describe the famous conundrum of King Arthur, his queen Guinevere, and dear friend Lancelot. Common understanding over-simplifies this trio’s conflict into a case of adultery, but my teacher’s description prompted me to consider it more carefully. Why was this a “perfect love triangle”? Certainly it didn’t end well. The trio didn’t live “happily ever after”. So what did my teacher mean?
The idea of a “perfect” love triangle is not necessarily that things work out happily. The idea is that the triangle works in all directions. It’s not simply one girl’s choice between two boys (or one man’s decision between two women); it’s the complexity of all three parties loving each other.
In the case of Arthur, Guinevere, and Lancelot, the triangle was explained to me like this: Arthur loves Guinevere as man loves wife. Pretty simple so far. In my teacher’s scenario, Guinevere returned Arthur’s love genuinely as well, as wife loves husband. Then, however, enter Lancelot: Lance loves Guinevere in a romantic, sexual sense, and Guinevere returns his romantic, sexual love as well.
But here’s where the triangle becomes even more complicated. In the scenario proposed by my teacher, at least, Arthur and Lancelot love each other as well. Not romantically...or at least, if she suspected a romantic connection, my teacher didn’t share it with her seventh-grade class. The two men, she argued, loved each other as deeply as brothers, and it threw an extra twist into the love triangle because despite their individual love and desire for Guinevere, their love for each other left them with feelings of guilt, disappointment, and pain. Arthur’s love for Lancelot would compel him to want the best for Lancelot; a man he loved as dearly as a brother, he should wish well in matters of the heart. Lancelot, in his love for Arthur, must also wish Arthur a marriage full of passion, happiness, and love. In loving the same woman, though, each found their love for their brother in turmoil.
Long story short: Arthur loves Guinevere, his wife, who loves Lancelot, his brother, as well as him. Lancelot loves Guinevere, his brother’s wife, who loves Arthur, his brother. And Guinevere loves both men, and loves them for their love and loyalty to each other. Here, enter jealousy, heartache, and eventual betrayal of one of these bonds.
This is where I became fascinated with love triangles, and their deeper complexities. We’re all familiar with the common plot where your female lead must choose between two boys, not wanting to break the heart of either but knowing one must eventually be hurt. How much more interesting is it, though, when the boys are also struggling with that choice: give up the girl for the sake of his best friend’s happiness, or pursue his own feelings for her while his friend suffers heartache?
And then, there’s the option most people consider impossible: what if all three could be have their cake and eat it, too?
My leading romantic trio in All Mad Here are Finn, Nineva, and Nerissa: two elfin princesses and the Knight they have shared all their lives. They are best friends, all three, and in All Mad Here, they’ve discovered this friendship can go even deeper.
Though I’m not polyamorous myself, I wanted to write about a trio of lovers who are, and present to readers some insight into the complexities of such a bond. It’s a different kind of relationship, with different needs and different conflicts. It’s a new type of romance, and I hope it’s one readers can fall in love with in a whole new way.



Monday, January 4, 2016

Angel's Keeping


1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
I read too many romance novels that end up disappointing me. I feel romance and erotica aren't taken seriously as literary genres... and authors weren't taking their work in the genres seriously either. I wanted to write something that was not only erotic and emotional, but had a strong story and solid plot as well.  I’ve discovered I really enjoy the freedom and creative potential of writing erotic stories.
2. Plotter or pantster?
I plot, mostly, though I don't like to use outlines or other more 'structured' methods.  Most of my scenes come to me in little nuggets, and I sort of 'massage' them into a plot.  This usually relates to music, playlists, and soundtracks I’m listening to. At the moment I’m favoring some Lady Gaga, Florence + The Machine, and Evanescence while I work on the next Blood and Fire novel.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Lately it’s been my Kindle, my new Galaxy Grand Prime, and a large ice tea. I’m an email addict and I need to have at least one device which will access my email at hand. And while I work I love to enjoy a good, crisp ice tea.
4. Favorite food?
I love Macaroni and Cheese, especially if it's sharp cheese or white cheddar.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
Angel's Keeping is a short novella in the same series as my first book, Lotus Petals. The story features a different cast of characters, however: while Lotus Petals follows the story of a vampire warrior, Angel's Keeping brings readers into the present, and introduces them to the incubi and succubae families. Two of the characters—Raschael and Malael—have appeared in my short stories before, but this is the first significant story about their side of the demonic street in my Blood and Fire series. Oddly enough, it was a supporting character—the stripper, Noelle—who spoke to me most. She was very fun to write and I enjoyed her teasing and banter.
6. I write because I have stories to share, and my biggest dream is to know others might enjoy hearing them as much as I enjoy telling them.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
I'm usually a big fan of powerful women with a "weak spot", something making them vulnerable beneath their tough exterior. My vampire, Rhiannon; my fae Knight, Reagan; and my new leading lady, Sadira, all fall under this archetype, although in different ways. In Angel's Keeping, though, I got to write a little bit from a very opposite archetype: the succubus, Kyriel, is the absolute wrong kind of demon, in Blood and Fire: she is soft, tender, and sweet. Writing a character with such an open and fresh vulnerability was a really beautiful feeling.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
Recently an erotic author I admire suggested an erotic prompt to me, challenging me to write out a story where the lovers have the capability to alter one another’s bodies, but not their own. The result was a very edgy story, to me at least, and I loved the harsh tone of it and the transgressive experiment. There’s body mod and gender swapping involved, and while it’s not the most transgressive act I’ve ever written of, it certainly feels like the rawest, most graphic sexual scene I’ve written in a while.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Read with an attentive ear. Listen to how professionally published authors sound, listen for the voice of their narrative. There are some qualities of writing that can’t be learned so much as they are absorbed from a good habit of reading. The more you listen to the voice of other writers the more you will develop a stronger voice of your own.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I’m still working on the next books in both my Blood and Fire and Four Courts series, as well as my fantasy BDSM. Meanwhile, I’m trying to clean up a fantasy western series that’s been gathering dust for several years, and trying to spruce it up for submittal.


Author bio 
When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, American Horror Story or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.
In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has self-published erotic short stories available on Smashwords or Amazon.  She's also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as time goes on.  She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.

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Blurb

Even fallen angels can wish for a miracle.
As a succubus, preying on humans is Raschael's business, and mortal feelings are nothing but a waste of time. So maybe her king meant to punish her when he sent her out to hunt on one of the most holy mortal holidays. Or maybe he just wanted her far, far away, so he could banish Raschael's one and only friend.

Now Raschael must track down a missing fallen angel, and she doesn't have a clue where to start. Bigger predators are closing in, and Rasche's only lead is a Christmas stripper named Noelle.

Book excerpt

The waitress ditched her tray of drinks and took Rasche by the hand, leading her into one of the back rooms. The Christmas theme survived even in the private show quarters, though with a more generous degree of triple-X action. The small space Raschael's escort chose had been decorated with garlands and wreaths, and a stocking hung by the door, but on top of the holiday trimmings there were also striking boudoir pictures. They all contained the same sweet, golden angel, but in much less "angelic" form.

Raschael spun to address the woman personally. "Who are you?"

By way of answer, the woman nodded her head at the bright red stocking. Noelle, it read in sapphire blue, glittery letters across the trim.

"Noelle?" Rasche asked. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Noelle replied with a brilliant smile. "It really is my God-given name. Honest."

"Alright, Noelle, then about Kyrie--"

"Oh, now, now."

Noelle took Rasche's hand again, stroking her fingers, and led her to the soft red leather seat stationed in the center of the room. She gestured for Raschael to sit and, before Raschael could stop her, climbed expertly up into the succubae's lap.

"First thing's first, gorgeous. How about we get a little more...intimate?"

She raised a hand and snapped her fingers. The faded strains of Blink 182 from the main room became inaudible, as Lady Gaga's "Speechless" flowed into the room's own speakers. Noelle lowered herself over Raschael's body, rocking in time with the sultry piano, wrapping arms around the fallen one's neck.

Forgetting herself for the briefest of moments, Raschael closed her eyes and let the first swell of carnal desire stir to life in her loins and chest. The dancer didn't stop her when she lifted up her hands and cupped them over warm, soft buttocks.

Noelle smelled of warm vanilla. She had a luscious body, petite with classic curves, Renaissance in a way...but with eyes closed, Raschael's mind made her Kyriel, little and lithe and naughty. Under her hands, Noelle's plump hindquarters might have been Kyrie's slim, boyish ass instead, and the sweet scent of heather rose up with the remembered sounds of Kyrie's intoxicated desire, from earlier in the evening. Rasche lowered her face to nuzzle against a plentiful swell of tender breasts, and she sighed before she could stop herself, moving her body against the other woman's with yearning.

"Why don't you tell me about your friend," Noelle whispered against her ear, gyrating ever-so-delightfully against Raschael's body. "Why are you out searching for her on Christmas Eve, hm?"

"She ran away," Raschael said. Her palms caressed the dancer's ass greedily. "And I'm responsible for bringing her back before she gets in trouble."

Noelle tsk'd her. "Now, now, Raschael. You make her out to be some sort of bad puppy."

The dancer extended a leg and swung herself neatly around, facing away now to grind her pert little rear down on the succubae's lap instead. Noelle's hands stole to hers and guided them up to stroke tits through gauzy white fabric. Raschael's fingertips found stiffened nipples, and she teased them through the thin material.

"Who told you my name?" she asked. "Kyrie?"

"Mm, could be..."

Noelle's hands closed, warm, over Rasche's own, as the dancer welcomed her to knead, stroke, and caress. Rasche inclined her head to breathe in deep, relishing the scent of beautiful blonde hair.

"Listen, honey," she whispered. "I'm sure as hell enjoying this, and if I had the time to spare I'd be all over you in ways you can't even conceive."

"Mm-hm," Noelle replied. Her hips rolled in languid, mesmerizing rhythm, and Rasche let out a little growl as she returned the the motion in kind.

"Oh, sweetness, I'd fuck you until you couldn't stand," she said. "But not now. You're going to tell me if you've seen my girl, and where she is, and then we'll see about making it up to you. Sound good?”



Monday, October 19, 2015

Satin and Steel


1.How did you start writing erotic romance?
I read too many erotic romance novels that ended up disappointing me. It already seems like romance and erotica aren't taken very seriously as literary genres... and the authors of these novels weren't taking their work seriously either. I wanted to write something thatwas not only erotic and emotional, but had a strong story and solid plot as well. When I wrote my first full-length erotic story,Lotus Petals, I discovered I loved freedom and creative potential of writing erotic stories. Since then, I've been able to write so many different kinds of stories, with so many different kinds of characters and plots, and still include some really terrific sexual heat...I love it!
2. Plotter or pantster?
I plot, mostly, though I don't like to use outlines or other more 'structured' methods.  Most of my scenes come to me in little nuggets, and I sort of 'massage' them into a plot.  The exception is during National Novel Writing Month, when I turn on the timer for writing sprints and just try to keep ahead of the word count.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
A cat, a cat, and two more cats.  I’m not kidding. Our great big tuxedo cat, Pants, has a life goal to invade as much of my personal space as he possibly can, so he’ll literally come sit next to me and start aggressively leaning on me until I let him have half of my lap (in fact, he’s doing it right now). The other three cats all share my footrest: my husband’s “princess”, Mika, likes to curl up so I can’t stretch out my legs, and she has the perfect “Just-What-Do-You-Think-You’re-Doing?” look if I try to move.
4. Favorite food?
I’ve recently discovered a local Lebanese place that makes an amazing chicken schwarma plate! Schwarma, rice, hummus and salad. It’s a new treat for me to come home from my day job and find my husband has picked up dinner from our new favorite place.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
Satin and Steel is the sequel to Lotus Petals and the second in the Blood and Fire series. As with Lotus Petals, I think I connected most deeply with the lead, Rhiannon. Especially in this book, where Rhiannon is dealing with feelings of grief and brokenness, I could very easily relate to her. Her struggle with identity and purpose were easy to channel, as I’ve asked myself some of the same questions she does in the book.
6. I write because I have stories to share, and my biggest dream is to know others might enjoy hearing them as much as I enjoy telling them.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
In Satin and Steel I get to explore a character type I don’t feature very often: I like to call her the “Hope” archetype. Most of the time I enjoy flirting with darkness and evil so much that hope, when it comes about, is still a bit of a gritty anti-hero, but in Satin and Steel, I got to write a character embodying some truly beautiful concepts. Purity, joy, kindness, and compassion greatly define her, and she was a very rewarding character to write.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
I'll answer this question differently depending on my mood, and how I'm feeling like defining sexy at any given moment. I’ve been working on Elvyn Nights, the sequel to Goblin Fires, and that book features a polyamorous trio so almost every sex scene is a multi-partner one, and I love that. But what makes them most rewarding, to me, is not just the naughtiness of a threesome, but the fact that these three characters share a deep and abiding love—each one loving the other two in equal measure—and that takes the sexiness up a notch, for me. It’s not just naughty...it’s real lovemaking.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Don't limit yourself to stories reflecting your own fantasies or lifestyle. Be open to possibility of writing a something new and different, something you haven't experienced and maybe never even considered. Do some research, talk to people who know (assuming they are comfortable to talk about it with you). I recently tried my hand at writing a short story about a transgender character, and I really enjoyed it.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
National Novel Writing Month is on the way, so I’ve got a couple of things on the drawing board (I always do). I’m trying to finish Elvyn Nights before November, though the main character is dawdling and I’m honestly letting myself be distracted by too many video games. For this year’s NaNo, I’d originally planned to write Rhiannon’s next book, which will be titled Winter Hearts, but recently I’ve been feeling more called to keep working on my BDSM novel, Lady in Chains.


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Say hi to her on Twitter
Satin and Steel at Champagne Books
Satin and Steel on Amazon
Satin and Steel on Barnes and Noble

Author bio:
When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching FuturamaAmerican Horror Storyor Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.
In addition to her novelsBrantwijn has self-published erotic short stories available on Smashwords or Amazon.  She's also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as time goes on.  She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.



Blurb
They say love ruined her. It's time to prove them wrong.
Half a century ago, Rhiannon lost the woman she loved. Since then, unlife has held little meaning for her, and she's fallen from grace among the vampire nation. She once swore to throw herself into the sun the day Aijyn died...but it turns out she's no good at keeping promises.
Sometimes the best cure for heartache is surrender. There's a demon in London with new promises: darkness to run in, pleasures to hunt, rules to break. Sent to track down a dangerous traitor, Rhiannon is caught up in a game of murder and treachery between three warring races...and the sinful, seductive shadow-walker who could be her redemption, or her ultimate undoing.

Book excerpt-
In a blink, the demon disappeared into the silhouette of the smoke stack. Then, Rhiannon felt slender fingers brushing along her shoulder, slow and coy. She spun to find Vivienne lounging happily on her stomach atop another chimney, slipped there through the shadows without a sound.
“What we have heard about you,” she said, “is far from rumor.”
Rhiannon jerked away. “Don’t touch me.”
The corner of Vivienne’s smile twitched, for a moment becoming hard, an irritated scowl.
“Yourkind is only the Fourth Blood of the Drogh Lord’s kingdom,” she hissed. “The werewolves and shadiil came long before vampires. We are older than even the oldest of your race, gravespawn, something you and your mother would do well to keep in mind.”
Rhiannon bristled at the insult. “Older than vampires, but still the spawn of beasts,” she spat. “Rife with a touch of madness because of it, I’d say.”
Vivienne fell silent, searching Rhiannon carefully. “They say you have been mad once.”
Rhiannon’s spine straightened. A wary prickle traveled through her shoulders and a low growl started deep in her throat.
“Drank the blood of another vampire, didn’t you?” the shadiil purred. “Drained a rival warrior to death, just as a rabid thrall does, and lost your pretty little mind.”
Rhiannon’s hand returned to the hilt of her blade.
“You haven’t exactly been the same since then, have you, Rhiannon Donovan?”
“It’s a lie,” she muttered. “I am not a thrall. I know my own mind and I am notrabid!”
Vivienne’s smirk returned, as if renewed by the anger she’d provoked. She slid her knees out from under her and dropped to the rooftop, backing Rhiannon down.
“You were expected to become the first Archon in the history of the Blood Circle Council to bear four fangs,” she said. “A vampire colder and crueler than any ever squirted out from between her dam’s thighs. Colder and crueler than most who were sired with a bite, perhaps. What happened to you, Rhiannon Donovan? Where did your strict, disciplined focus and cold-blooded dedication go? Where is the tigremĂ©chant et sanguinaire, the malicious and bloodthirsty tiger?”
“Back away, shadiil,” the vampire spat. “I am still a Weapons master.”
Vivienne stopped, tilting her head, scanning Rhiannon up and down with giddy cruelty.
“They were wrong about you,” she said. “You are no Archon.”
“It no longer matters to me if I am.”
Green eyes glittered. “Myrace knows better, little Rhiannon. My queen knows better. You will throw off every expectation the bloodsuckers have of you. You will throw off every expectation everyone has of you. You are no Archon at heart.”
She stood close enough that her pretty, elfin nose almost touched Rhiannon’s. The vampire realized she’d stopped growling, caught off guard by those glowing, hypnotic eyes.
Non,non, Rhiannon. At heart, you are nothing less than a Councilwoman herself.”
Rhiannon snorted.
“You are the one who is mad, shadiil,” she muttered, turning to slip down the way she had come. “Run off. Let me hunt in peace.”
“I am not teasing you, ma chĂ©rie,” Vivienne said with a smile. “This is what the seers have told us: you will become the greatest vampire among allvampires.”
“Your seers are blind.”
With a cold rush of shadows, the other demon appeared out of the darkness before her, materialized in the silhouette of the window casement.
“Enough of grand talk then, since it bothers you so,” she murmured. “Reconsider hunting with me. We will find this beast and put it in the ground. You can go back to your race a hero and get back on the path you pursued so hungrily before you lost your mind.”
“I didn’tlose my mind!” Rhiannon insisted, pushing past her.
“The shadiil prides of London and our werewolf allies will be far more helpful to you than your own kind. We are not so busy prattling about the blame and covering up our blunders. You will find us to be far more pleasant company.”
“I don’t want company.”
ArrĂŞtez, ma cher...wait.”
Rhiannon paused, another growl escaping her.
Vivienne strolled up to her side. “May I see your teeth, ma beau chĂ©rie?
Rhiannon sneered. “What?”
Vivienne lunged, putting her soft hands to Rhiannon’s face and nudging her lips away from her teeth. As the curious beast inspected the bracketed fangs in eyeteeth and canines, her smile quirked up at the corners even more. She started to purr, her tongue peeking out to run over her dark lips.
“Oh...they are most lovely, bastard child,” she murmured, stroking one hand along Rhiannon’s cheek. “So lovely, I could almost bite you myself, and send you home to your mother with my naughty teeth marks all over your tight little body.”



Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Lotus Petals


1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
I read too many erotic romance novels that ended up disappointing me. It already seems like romance and erotica aren't taken very seriously as literary genres... and the authors of these novels weren't taking their work seriously either. I wanted to write something that was not only erotic and emotional, but had a strong story and solid plot as well.  As I wrote Lotus Petals, I discovered I really enjoyed the freedom and creative potential of writing erotic stories. Since then, I've been able to write so many different kinds of stories, with so many different kinds of characters and plots, and still include some really terrific sexual heat...I love it!
2. Plotter or pantster?
I plot, mostly, though I don't like to use outlines or other more 'structured' methods.  Most of my scenes come to me in little nuggets, and I sort of 'massage' them into a plot.  The exception is during National Novel Writing Month, when I turn on the timer for writing sprints and just try to keep ahead of the word count.
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
A cat, a cat, and another cat.  I’m not kidding. Our great big tuxedo cat, Pants, has a life goal to invade as much of my personal space as he possibly can, so he’ll literally come sit next to me and start aggressively leaning on me until I let him have half of my lap. The other three cats all share my footrest: my husband’s “princess”, Mika, likes to curl up so I can’t stretch out my legs, and she has the perfect “Just-What-Do-You-Think-You’re-Doing?” look if I try to move.
4. Favorite food?
I love Macaroni and Cheese, especially if it's sharp cheese or white cheddar.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
As I wrote the book, I connected a lot with Rhiannon, the lead vampire.  She's truly one of my most favorite characters to write about, though she's also one of the most conflicted between the worlds of light and dark.
6. I write because I have stories to share, and my biggest dream is to know others might enjoy hearing them as much as I enjoy telling them.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
I like to vary my characters and try out new things, though by this time I've got so many in my head there are, of course, some very similar personalities. I have to admit I'm a fan of the independent "warrior" woman, like Rhiannon (from Lotus Petals) and Reagan both are. That doesn't mean I don't write other characters, though: Sarayana, my dragoness from Equinox, is infinitely more feminine and Talaith, Reagan's paramour, is much more a thinker and a schemer.  I'm always looking to stretch my boundaries, but I think the gals like Rhi and Reagan are definitely my most comfortable types.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
I'll answer this question differently depending on my mood, and how I'm feeling like defining sexy at any given moment. In this case, though, I have to say that, at least from the writing standpoint, the final scene in Goblin Fires really made an impression on me. I don't want to give away too much, but for me, on an emotional level, that scene really stands out.
Of course if we're just talking straight-up, X-rated, no-holds-barred sexy, I'm going to say the experimental "tentacle" story I wrote.  But that's all we'll say about that one for now...
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Don't limit yourself to stories reflecting your own fantasies or lifestyle. Be open to possibility of writing a something new and different, something you haven't experienced and maybe never even considered. Do some research, talk to people 'in the lifestyle' (whatever that lifestyle might be). For years, I wanted to write a story about a polyamorous trio, a concept I thought of as 'a perfect love triangle'. I'm not poly myself and have never really felt the desire to explore the lifestyle in my own relationship, but I knew there could be a really wonderful story there, if I took the time to learn, ask questions, and discover new things.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
For the longest time I've been wanting to get out a story about a deep Master/slave, BDSM relationship, and that’s been my most pressing project lately. When my publisher Breathless Press closed in May, though, a lot of my other works needed to find some new homes, and that’s put a lot of the continuing series—like Blood and Fire—behind schedule. We’re finally getting back to a place where my readers can expect some new releases, though, and hopefully Satin and Steel, the sequel to Lotus Petals, will be released soon.
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Bio:
When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, Claymore or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.
Brantwijn has published three full-length erotic novels: Lotus Petals, Goblin Fires, and His Cemetery Doll. In addition to these, Brantwijn has had several other stories published by Breathless Press, including contributions to the 2013 Crimson Anthology and 2014 Ravaged Anthology.  She's also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories and audio readings occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.
Short Blurb:

Aijyn, human slave to a ruthless vampire Lord, would never dare do anything to incur his wrath. Then, she fell in love... with his bride.

Longer Blurb:
Rhiannon Donovan, daughter to the vampire Queen, would rather die than be made a bride to a demon Lord. Aijyn, courtesan to the undead Daimyo of Kansai, can think of nothing more horrifying than his promise of eternal life.  In the halls of the Blood Lotus Temple, the two women struggle against the chains of their fate, and find a solace in each other that could mean freedom for them both... or might cost each of them their lives.
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Find Brantwijn on Google+
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Lotus Petals at Champagne Books
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Excerpt
"Rhiannon-sama," she began again, well aware she might be broaching a subject Rhiannon would easily wish to avoid, even to the point of sending her attendant violently away.
"Hm?" the vampire murmured.
"Your bodyguard...she likes to see you in pain."
Rhiannon waited a long time before she answered.
"Perhaps I like pain, mortal."
Aijyn did not argue...but she had seen the expression on Rhiannon’s face when Sölva had tormented her.
"You must hide the scars from the daimyo," she chided gently. "And you cannot allow her to leave any more marks on you, if you do not wish to anger him."
"And if I do wish to anger him?"
"Do not be petulant," Aijyn scolded.
"Does he believe his bride will be untouched? That his kin-born bastard bride will not have experienced acts of the flesh? I am over half a century a living birth-child. Does he realize how most kin-born are meant to earn their keep in demon houses?"
"He expects you will be untouched for him," Aijyn said. "Whatever has gone before, now you are his. And Gohachiro is not a man to share his treasures."
"Doesn’t he like to use pain?" Rhiannon asked. She rolled over under Aijyn’s hands, lying on her side and reaching out to touch the scar she herself had left on the courtesan’s wrist. At the light caress of her finger, a delicious tingle of pleasure ignited under the skin, making Aijyn shiver as the vampire had a moment ago.
Rhiannon pulled Aijyn closer, and lowered herself over the wound to kiss it a second time. The warm arousal intensified, and Aijyn caught her breath as her body awoke to the sensation, nipples stiffening under the soft silk of her kimono.
"Here," Rhiannon whispered, reaching up to brush the dark strands of hair from Aijyn’s shoulder, revealing the tiny, neat scars of bites past. Scars that would never heal the way the vampire’s did, white little lines and half-moons, memories of Gohachiro’s affections.
"Doesn’t he give you pain…" Rhiannon said, following their contours with light but deliberate pressure.
"…so he may turn it into pleasure?"
"Rhiannon-sama…" Aijyn murmured vaguely. One hand had dropped into her lap; the other rested on the vampire’s warm, lean arm. Strange awareness filled her: the touch stirred up the first bloom of eagerness in her loins and the pit of her belly.
"Pain is what we are, courtesan. Pain, hunger, pleasure, death. We are the undead. I am just over half a century old, more than twice your age, and I have been Sölva’s for longer than you have been alive. There are scars you will never see, all over my body: the marks of her fangs, of her whip, the cut of her blade, the pierce of steel needles. And every one of them sings when she touches me, screams when she hurts me...and it is ecstasy."
"Rhiannon-sama…"
Aijyn realized with some dread she had made a mistake. The vampire’s touch brushed against her, terribly light, terribly fleeting, but her voice...soft, beautiful, rich, like strong liquor.
Rhiannon’s hand came to rest on the back of Aijyn’s neck. She gently pulled the courtesan closer, resting forehead-to-forehead and searching deep into Aijyn’s wide, dark eyes.
"You do this for him, too?" she whispered. "You...perform anma for him? You touch his body with such delicate affection?"
"Yes," Aijyn whispered.
"And does it make him want to fuck?"
Before she could think better of it, Aijyn lifted up a hand and slapped her.
The strike was not a hard one. At least, to Rhiannon it would not have been hard. Aijyn’s palm stung as though she had struck it against solid rock, and she quickly pressed it in her other hand, hissing with pain.
Rhiannon did not strike back. She remained perfectly still, her expression unchanging. After a moment, once Aijyn had collected herself, the vampire leaned closer and pressed her mouth against Aijyn’s own.

"It makes me want to fuck," she said. Then she stood, one smooth, languid motion, and retreated to her coffin to at last submit to her daytime sleep.
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