Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Hear Me: An Interview With Dark Erotica Goddess Skye Warren

          How did you first get started with erotica?

Thank you so much for having me on the blog, Erzabet! I’m Skye Warren, author of dark erotica.

Hmm, I’ve always loved erotica and my first pieces of writing were stories on the free erotica site, I think it’s a great platform for any new writer to see what resonates with people.

2      What inspired your story in Hear Me?

In my dark erotica release earlier this year, Trust in Me, the heroine is focused on saving a shipment of victims of human trafficking. I had the next book all planned out, unrelated to that. But I kept coming back to that idea. There’s one scene, where the women are escaping, and I could easily imagine someone getting lost in the mayhem. What happened to her? I had to write her story.

3      The power of body language can sometimes be more intense than verbal communication. Tell us about your character in Hear Me and how that relates to the story.

The heroine of Hear Me can’t speak due to the trauma she’s endured. In one way this is a barrier for her. It literally takes her voice, and therefore her agency, away. In another way, it actually frees her. It removes the expectation that she would think or say, either as part of submission or rebellion. She must rely on her actions to convey her intentions, and in that way, her genuine intentions are apparent to the hero, which ends up playing a huge rule in how the story goes.

      Open your book to any page and tell us what is happening.

One of my favorite scenes! Or at least the start of it. The hero is showing the heroine a special place. Oh, and they have sex there ;-)

Here’s a short snippet, showing him leading her there and a little bit of the setting:

She jumped when she saw an iguana, only relaxing when she saw it was as still as the rock it sat on. He shook his head, but she could tell from the curve of his lips that he wasn’t really angry. His whole demeanor had relaxed since she had intruded on his work, and in her relief that she wasn’t in trouble, she relaxed too. The way they walked together was different too. She wasn’t following him, but walked beside. Wasn’t cowed by him, instead adoring. It felt wrong and delicious at the same time. If she suffered later, this would be worth it.

5      Darker erotica is an acquired taste and one that I love. What draws you to write it?

I love reading dark erotica! It’s thrilling, it’s sexy. It makes me think.

And I write what I would like to read. Most of the time that is the impetus for a story. Something will replay in my head, and if it existed for sale, I would buy it in a second. But it doesn’t, at least not in that exact incarnation, and so I write it. Speaking more generally, I don’t consider writing to be a noble profession. For me it’s not a calling. It’s scratching my own itch J

     Cheeseburger or sushi?


        What is your favorite dessert?


8      What is the hottest sex scene you have ever written?

Possibly the scene from Hear Me, the one I mentioned above. I don’t read too many reviews for my books but from what I have read that seems to be popular. Hear Me in general is mentioned as being hot. Personally I am partial to a few scenes from Trust in Me or even my more erotic romances. I can never predict what will resonate with people! I can just keep writing what I love.

      Tell us about the toughest scene you ever wrote and why.

The book I’m working on now. In the first two dark erotica books I wrote, Keep Me Safe and Trust in Me, the villain is a man named Carlos. I’ll spare you the disturbing details but suffice it to say he’s a bad guy. Well, he’s getting his own book. It’s definitely a challenge!

1    If you were to train a sub, what would you do first?

Break her.

Hah, just kidding. The thing is that dark erotica is so completely a fantasy. In real life your sub is your lover, your girlfriend, your wife. Her safety and her happiness are just as happy as the Dom’s, maybe more. But I don’t have to follow conventions like, oh say, reality in dark erotica… bwahaha ;-)

1    In Hear Me, the Dom is conflicted about whether to send the sub away or keep her. Tell us about that dynamic.

It’s true. The heroine thinks she was sent to him, that she is his new slave and he is her master. He, on the other hand, found her on the beach, half-dead, unable to speak. There’s a bit of a conflict there! I can’t give away too much of the hero’s motivation… in fact, he remains shrouded in mystery til the end, I think. I will say that watching him struggle to keep her at a distance, when she pulled at him so strongly, was one of my favorite parts of the book.

  What is next on your writing horizon?

I mentioned Carlos’ book. That is my next dark erotica release. I also have a short sequel coming out to Beauty Touched the Beast early next year. And a new story has already taken hold of me and forced me to write it, so look forward to several releases in 2013.

Thanks so much for having me! I love to hear from readers, so please feel free to shoot me a message via my website at or on twitter at @skye_warren.

HEAR ME by Skye Warren


She doesn’t remember her past, only her training. She can’t talk, not that a good slave should speak out of turn. None of that matters when she wakes up in the warm, rustic room. Her new master is distant but kind. There’s only one problem: he doesn’t want her.

Longing for the shackles of safety, she pulls from the last dregs of her will to prove her worth as a slave. It seems to be working. He responds first to her body and next to her submission. The secrets of his past haunt the cabin, fraying the tightening bond between Master and slave, but it is her own memories that may finally unravel it.

This book contains a bonus short story Escape, set in the same dark erotica world.

This book contains explicit scenes of sex, including dubious consent and captivity situations. The BDSM does not conform to literary conventions, making it sometimes more realistic, and other times not. This is a work of fiction not appropriate for anyone uncomfortable with these situations or anyone under the age of eighteen.


Even the earth conspired to keep her. Branches grabbed at her skin like talons; the beach was quicksand, dragging her down. Hope was too abstract to compete with the sound of men shouting behind her. Even her fear was drowned by the ragged beat of her heart.
“Melody!” The voice sounded closer than the thrashing of leaves and branches.
Run, run away, don’t look back.
Her eyes, already stunted by lack of food, filled with grit and precious moisture. If she made it to the water, she could float away. Even if only to drift down to the bottom, entombed in sand castles and chained by seaweed. They would take her prisoner; they would keep her safe.
A battered person was cracked soil, but dreams were like weeds. She could survive this. That was the goal she set for herself, huddled in the cold, damp cell. She had clung to it as they touched her, beat her. Trained her.
The line of frothy water was in her sights, but disappointment seared her. She was too far away, the sand too thick.
An extra burst of energy propelled her two more stumbling steps. Her legs gave out. She clenched and released fistfuls of sand, not even sure she was actually crawling forward.
Coolness lapped at her fingertips, surprising her. Her mind, tired and rusty, turned that information over. She had made it. Water. Safety? No, freedom.
A slow, steady thwapping noise drew her gaze upward. A small green boat bobbed in the shallow water. Gentle waves flicked its hull, almost soothing, like the caress of a flogger. The rhythm thrummed through her. Even without the sting of impact, her mind began the slide.
No. Subspace meant security but not today. Right now it meant death, and she refused to die.
She blinked away the salt in her eyes and clawed through the water to the boat. With a strength that surprised her, she climbed over the edge, tumbling into the grimy bottom. It rocked gently with her weight then settled back into the gentle bob.
The boat wasn’t tied down anywhere, but there wasn’t an oar. Not that she had the strength to use one or a place to go.
Never mind. Her wish had been granted. She would drift out to sea, like a message in a bottle.
Her head lolled against the rim of the boat. She breathed in the pungent smell of earth and moss. Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was fanciful. She imagined a giant plucking her from the water, unfurling her like a scroll, and reading the lines slashed into her skin.
She wondered what they would say.

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  1. I love reading about what i don´t have the guts to do myself XD Love the giveaway & Blog Tour,

    best wishes, Linda xo

  2. Linda - A great point! It's fun to explore the unexplorable ;-) Thanks for stopping by.


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