1. How did you start writing erotic romance? I began by
writing MF and after two books, decided to put it aside and begin writing my
true passion, MM romance. I’ve always loved heroes, have been in love with them
forever, and I felt that I could definitely give men their own love stories.
What is better than one passionate and sensual hero? Two!
2. Plotter or pantster? I am a bit of a hybrid these days. I
have written and published over 40 books so my writing style and process has
changed over the years. In the beginning, I used a scene by scene outline, so
detailed that for an 80K word novel, I’d have a 5K outline and I would try to
stick to it religiously. These days, I write an outline but it is a lot looser.
I write down (for example) ten chapter topics and then a “thought” for each
chapter. After that, I write the chapter and let the characters flesh
themselves out in it which in my book is panster(ing) enough for a person as
OCD as I am. LOL
3. What are three things you have on your writing desk? My
coffee, my water, and my phone.
4. Favorite food? Either Thai or Indian (I like highly
spiced and exotic)
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character
in the book really spoke to you? “Say my Name” is a Beauty and the
Beast/Phantom of the Opera story. I have one character (Cole) who is severely
disfigured and bears scars inside and outside from his years in the war. The
other character (Dawson) is perfect, and pretty, and everything Cole sees as
his opposite. I love stark differences between characters and these two MCs
really fill the bill. One is beautiful, one is ugly (if even in his own mind),
one is older, one is younger, one is optimistic, one is jaded and forlorn.
That’s what makes for a great love story. Bringing two opposites together and
helping them to discover their common ground.
Cole (my scarred beast) is a great hero. He’s tragic, having
been injured on an Afghani battleground, terribly scarred, and left with a
barely functional voice box. When he speaks, he can barely be understood so he
has sequestered himself away from the rest of the world watching the goings on
in his BDSM club from a wall of windows in his apartment above. What can be
more tragic than a man who can barely live with his own demons and has no contact
with the outside world? When Cole finally finds the beautiful man of his dreams
in the club below, is he going to be the brave man he once was and claim his
beauty or continue to hide away forever? He was a great character to write
because he was clear as day in my mind.
6. I write because ____... The stories are inside me and
they must come out. Bwahahaha!
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Heroic, without exception. I have written military men including Special Ops
guys, SEALS, Marines, and Army Rangers. I’ve also written Doms and subs, two
unusual types of heroes who know who they are deep inside. They love power
play, each in their own ways, one with a need to control, and the other with a
need to give it up. I’ve written
cowboys, bikers, assassins, drag queens, cops, firemen, construction workers,
Native Americans, and supermodels. My cast of characters look like a Village
People video but so much more. LOL
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote? Wow, that’s a
really hard question. With 40+ books and well over 200 sex scenes, it’s always
a challenge coming up with something new. I wrote a scene in “Stix” which comes
to mind. A Dom is sitting with his submissive and they are watching a BDSM
playroom scene happening in another room from behind a glass barrier. When the
Dom orders his sub to begin masturbating for the Dom’s pleasure while the sub
watches what’s going on behind the glass, the scene really heats up. The next
thing you know, the Dom is so turned on, he drops to the floor and services his
submissive to a shattering end. Then he gets to his feet and drags him off to a
bed where he has the submissive do all sorts of naughty things to him. That
scene gets me every time.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the
erotica/romance field? 1) You have a lot of competition so you need to be really committed to what you’re
doing or you’ll begin second guessing yourself. 2) You will get better with
practice so write as much as you can and above all else, stick with it. You’ll face rejection, sometimes even from yourself,
but you have to keep going… just keep doing what you love and you will be fine.
Be patient. No one (probably) is
going to accept you the moment you send them your masterpiece. Sometimes you
might get rejected more than once. In my case, I had a hell of a lot of publishers
turn me down before someone finally took a chance on me.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon? I am finishing up
“The Brat” the third installment in my Marine Bodyguards series. It is a really
fun romp about a spoiled rich kid and a tough-as-nails Marine who is
responsible to keep him safe. After that, another book in the Bound by Love
series (Say my Name is book 1) will be coming up. It is called “I Dare You”.
Say my Name
By
Patricia Logan
Book one of the “Bound by Love” series
MM Erotic Romance. Book contains sexually
explicit BDSM scenes and strong language
Author
Bio:
International bestselling author Patricia
Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of several #1 bestselling
erotic romances in English, Italian, French, and Spanish lives in a small house
with a large family. When she’s not writing her next thriller romance, she’s
watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon, and raising kids who make her
proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who
insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types. Married to a wonderful
gentleman for 30 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who
love her and give her stories to tell every day.
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Blurb:
Dawson Thomas is a rent boy, a young man who
goes out hoping to impress a man who’ll pay him to be a submissive for a kinky
night together. One night he accompanies a friend to a BDSM club in New York.
Raw Hide is a place where men gather to live out their fantasies and Dawson
can’t believe his good luck when the owner invites him upstairs to be paid for
a night of kink. When others whisper that the man is hideously deformed,
calling him “The Monster”, Dawson remembers the cost of his tuition and puts
aside his fears, accompanying the bodyguard to the man’s apartment.
Each night, Cole Chambliss paces in his rooms
above Raw Hide, watching beautiful submissives give themselves to their Doms,
just a few steps down the stairs. Cole longs for days past when he could go out
in public… when no one would stare at him in horror. After paying a bitter
price when fighting for his country, Cole knows his days of walking among whole
men are gone forever... that is until one night he takes a risk that terrifies
him. The stunning submissive who’s caught his eye is something extraordinary
and Cole decides he must chance everything for one last shot at happiness.
One dark night, one desperate risk, and one
horrifying request later, Cole hears the words he’s feared since his return
from the war. “Say my name, Sir… please just… say my name…”
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Excerpt
1:
“Good match you made,
boss,” Bull said, walking up to the desk where Cole stood.
Cole sat down
heavily, looking up at his huge bodyguard. “I don’t want Zander touching him
again and he’s not allowed in the pit,” he hissed. His voice was even more
hideous and ragged than usual.
“What? Who? Zander?”
Bull asked, perplexed. “You don’t want Zander in the pit again but boss, you
said…”
“Dawson, you idiot!”
Cole shouted.
“But, Cole, you said
you wanted Dawson to play with Zander. I explained to him that you just wanted
him to take an interest in the submissive the way you asked me to. I told him
you didn’t want to see him hooking up with the wrong Dom and that you wanted to
see him be a friend to Dawson.”
Cole nodded, feeling
a hard rock in the pit of his stomach. “And, did you tell Zander I’d cover
Dawson’s fees?”
“Yeah, boss. Besides,
their scene was brilliant. Listen to that applause. You haven’t changed your
mind, have you Cole?”
Cole cursed the fact
that he hadn’t turned off the speaker as the crowd went crazy for them. He
squeezed his eyes shut and laid his head back on the leather headrest on his
chair. His brain felt like it would split in two from agony and his stomach was
twisting with nausea from just having seen Dawson given pleasure by the other
dominant. It was killing him. He opened his eyes and looked miserably over at
Bull.
“Just… just tell
Zander he’s not to touch the boy again, okay?”
“Sure, boss. Anything
you say.” Bull turned to walk away but seemed think better of it as he stopped
himself in his tracks and spun back around. “You know, Cole, it wouldn’t be so
bad if you told the boy you loved him. I know he’s crazy about you too. You’re
just too prideful to see it.”
Fucking
bloody friends! Who needs you? “You think I’m proud
of these scars? I curse them every day!” He stood so fast, the desk chair spun
behind him.
“Oh, I didn’t realize
Dawson had seen you,” Bull said. He walked back up to Cole’s desk. “I thought
you’d blindfolded him and he’d gotten to know you on the inside.” He pointed at
Cole’s chest.
Cole’s mouth dropped
open. I have! Cole was suddenly
pissed all over again as Bull stood there staring at him smugly. He knew damned
well what Bull was trying to imply… that somehow Dawson had fallen in love with
Cole in spite of never seeing him, meaning the only way he’d ever learned
anything about Cole was by the way he perceived him to be on the inside. Cole
had to admit, it was an intelligent argument and one he had dismissed until his
friend had mentioned it. He’d never thought it was possible that a man like
Dawson could fall in love with him and it bugged him to no end that Bull could
read him so easily.
He’d lost all his
confidence on a battlefield in Afghanistan. But, Cole had seen the emotions in
Dawson as he’d sent him away… the way he’d apologized and sobbed, thinking he
had done something wrong, had displeased him in some manner. How selfish you’ve been. You toyed with that
sweet submissive, made him fall in love with you, and then cast him off,
pushing him into someone else’s arms. You stupid man. He stared at Bull for
a few seconds, finally sitting back down in his chair, squeezing his eyes shut
in shame, and leaning his head back as he realized what a complete ass he’d
been to both Dawson and to Zander. Cole had stayed up in his perch of power and
played with the hearts and minds of both men and he despised himself for it. He
looked up at Bull who hovered over his desk, looking angry.
“I’ve been a horrible
idiot and I’ve treated them both badly.” He hated the way emotions seemed to
thicken his already ruined voice.
“You know, Cole.
Zander’s a big boy. He’ll get over it in a heartbeat if you were to tell him
that you made a mistake and wanted Dawson,” Bull said, his voice quiet.
“But, Dawson—”
“Dawson’s a whole
other thing, Cole. I think you know that.”
“He’s in love with
me? How is that possible?” Cole was flabbergasted that it could be possible.
“You’re in love with
him, that’s evident,” Bull said, “Why is it such a far stretch for you to
believe he could love you back?”
“I think that’s
obvious,” Cole snapped. His stomach was churning as he stared at Bull.
“You know, for an
intelligent man, Cole, sometimes, you cannot see past the nose on your own
face. Even without the use of his vision, Dawson saw the man I know you are. He
saw a compassionate man who has so much to offer the world.”
Cole blew out a long
breath as he frowned. “He would be wrong. Those days are over.”
“Then if you truly
believe that about yourself, you’re not the man I once knew,” Bull accused. His
face was terrifying at the moment and Cole realized must look like his warrior
ancestors at their most fierce. “You’ve closed yourself off from the world for
four years, refusing to show yourself to anyone. So what if you have scars or a
voice you hate. You are a man I’ve always been proud to call friend… and a
fantastic Dom,” he said. Cole was surprised how worked up he seemed to be
getting. “Besides that, you’re the only one I could trust myself to come out
to, Cole. No one in my family would accept me as I was. You rescued me, Cole. I
know your heart. Are you too proud to take a chance on that submissive? If you
are, I quit.” He turned away and began to walk toward the door to the apartment
as Cole shot out of his chair and ran around the desk.
“What are you saying,
Bull? You quit?” His voice rumbled with emotion.
Bull stopped in his
tracks and turned. The fury written on his best friend’s face was terrifying in
its intensity. “Yeah, you heard me. I’m tired of your whining. Get out and
live, Cole… or die here alone. Those are your choices. If you can’t see the man
you really are, it’s you who’s wearing the blindfold, you stupid dick.”
Without another word,
he stomped out of the apartment, slamming the door behind himself. Cole stared
at the door for a few seconds trying his best to comprehend what had happened
in the last few minutes. He turned and walked back to the windows where he
stared out at the club teeming with every kind of life… a life he’d given up on
long before.
