Friday, November 25, 2011

Brita Addams and the Romeo Club

What is it about the romance genre that draws you so? I truly believe there is nothing more important in our lives than love. It certainly is in my life. I enjoy the ups and downs in romance, the aligning of minds and adjustments people must make to accommodate another person in their lives. Being sentimental to a fault makes the romance genre a perfect fit for me.

Who have been some of your chief writing influences? I'm inspired by good writing, no matter the genre. When an idea is brought to life with good writing, there's nothing better.

I've been blessed with a wonderful mentor, Aleksandr Voinov, who also happens to be my favorite author. He's shown me so much about the writing craft and continues to encourage me to push myself beyond what I've ever thought I could write.

Another good friend, Bryl R. Tyne, is a great person to brainstorm with. He constantly helps me to take my ideas to the next level and usually in directions I'd have never expected.

What are your long-term writing/publishing aspirations? I want to continue and evolve as a writer. I put off the beginning of my writing career for too many years and nothing keeps me from my writing these days.

I have many projects in various stages of completion. For the rest of this year, I'm giong to be working on my erotica collection—Romeo Club—for Riptide Publishing. I'm very excited to be one of the First Wave authors at Riptide. The quality of the editing is making me a better writer.

I'm just completed a m/m historical, For Men Like Us, which I'm getting ready to submit.

Aside from being an author, you're also an experienced genealogist. Please share more with us about your endeavors in that field. I've done genealogical research for over twenty years, during which time I've uncovered some rather shocking stories about my own family.

One wonderful story touched me so much, I loosely based a novella on it.

My great uncle was thirty-five years old when he left his family to go to work during a very heavy rainstorm. As the rain continued, the creek rose, then flooded its banks, taking everything in its wake.

Uncle Roy and a co-worker entered the home of some neighbors who weren't at home at the time. They attempted to save some of the belongings of the family as their house flooded.

According to other neighbors, Roy's co-worker shouted for him to get out as the house shifted on its foundation. Roy attempted to jump out of the window, but the house did go off the slab and was broken into pieces, taking Roy with it.

Roy left a young wife and four children under five years old.

I spoke to Roy's widow fifty-two years later and all she could say, while holding a tiny picture of her and Roy, was, "I told him not to go." She never stopped loving Roy.

Their love story inspired my novella, An Evening at the Starlight, part of the Timeless Desire collection at Noble Romance. I even named the characters Doe and Roy, after Uncle Roy and Aunt Dorothy. The other in this collection is A Minute After Midnight, a m/m novella.

The first in my collection of gay erotica shorts, Romeo Club #1: Surprises, is available at Riptide Publishing and you can preorder Romeo Club #2: Rubbed the Right Way. Here's an excerpt from Surprises:

How often do you like to fuck?

Not “have intercourse” or “make love,” but “fuck,” written out right on the application. Damn! I hadn’t expected such personal questions, but after a few moments of thought, “No limit” seemed as good an answer as any.

“What is your favorite position?” Oh, the possibilities.

“Bent over a sofa, chair, table?” All of the above, giving or receiving.

“On all fours on a bed or the floor?” Right you are.

“Standing against the wall?” Definitely has merit.

“Do you suck cock regularly, or do you prefer to be sucked? Do you swallow?” I should have seen that one coming.

“Dildo preference—glass or flexible?” I’d never thought about it, but the question gave me ideas.

“Butt plugs?” Damn, did other people use those things? I squirmed, thinking a smaller one might have been in order for this excursion.

A whole section entitled “Probing Your Fantasies.” “Are you into cowboys, pirates, millionaires, policemen, doctors? Kidnap, rape, ménage? Explain your desires in detail.” I took the expeditious route and wrote, “Yes to all the above.” Why limit my options?

“Are you willing to put yourself in our hands?”

Now, that was a loaded question. The devil in me wanted to write, “Hell, yeah,” while the commodities trader wrote a more dignified, “Yes.”

Only one section left: “The Usual Stuff,” mercifully mundane after an hour’s worth of divulging everything there was to know about my sex life, real or imagined. Name, address, phone number.

Then, bam, “Do you consider yourself handsome?”

Now, what’s a guy supposed to do with that? It’s one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t questions. If I said “Fuck yeah,” I’d come off as arrogant. If I said “No,” I’d sound like someone desperate enough to live in his mother’s basement. But then, I was filling out an application for a freaking dating service. Wasn’t that desperate by definition? Oh, hell, just leave it blank.

I checked over the tome to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, lest a fantasy be left undiscovered. My libido had kicked up several notches this past hour and the black and white photos on the walls did nothing to tame it. Damn, if this was a sample of what Romeo’s offered, I was glad I’d taken the afternoon off.

The adorable blond behind the desk looked up and smiled when I stood. Good Lord Almighty, they didn’t grow guys like that back in Kansas.

Blondie came around the desk, his slim hips working overtime. His body was built to my personal specifications. The fact he’d wrapped it in skin-tight jeans and a royal blue shirt was the cherry on top of the cake. Oh, my unruly cock, be still, boy.

I glanced at the black engraved desk plate: Aaron. He checked over my application with pursed lips and an exaggerated hand to the hip “Have you answered every question? It’svery important that you answer all of them.”

Hmm, what was he, the damn question police? “I believe I did, yes.”

“We’ll just have a peek, shall we?”

He grasped the clipboard with both hands and studied it, save for an occasional smirk or eyebrow waggle in my direction.

Ooh,” he said with a giggle. Though curious, I was too chicken to ask what part he’d read.

He flipped through the last couple of pages, then settled a hand over the first page. “You have unique tastes,” he said. The sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable. “I believe Blake would be interested in talking to you. If you’ll come this way, I’ll take you to him.”

How can our readers learn more about you and your ongoing efforts? Thank you for reading my stories and I hope you'll continue to read them. I love to have visitors.

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1 comment:

elaing8 said...

I'm really looking forward to reading book 2.I really enjoyed Surprises.

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