I would like to introduce you to another Cave-playmate, Lexi Post. She has a sizzling new book, Passion’s Poison.
To help you get acquainted, I posed a few questions to Lexi:
As a lover of classical literature, what is your all-time favorite book?
That is so not a fair question! However, I will say that I fell in love with Louis May Alcott while young and her Little Women trilogy has stayed with me forever. Other classics that I love include Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Blithedale Romance, Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper,” Isak Dinesen’s “The Blank Page,” Whitman’s “Song of Myself,” Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men,” Coleridge’s “Rime of the Ancient Mariner,” Emerson’s “Self Reliance,” Dante’s Inferno, The Bhagavad Gita, Shakespeare’s “The Tempest,” Susan Glaspell’s “Trifles” . . . Well, see, I said it was an unfair question :-}
You live in the Caribbean??! Please tell me you don’t sit on the beach and write all day while a hot cabana boy brings your fruity drinks because I’ll be infinitely jealous. Where is your go-to writing space?
Okay, I won’t tell you. J Just kidding. My go-to writing space is at my desk. It is a large L-shaped desk my husband bought me with one side that is 6 feet high and the other side is 3 feet high so it fits under the window that looks out on to the Caribbean waters. I do go out on the beach to think of new scenes, but I can’t start writing until it gets dark. I guess I’m a night-writer. As for the cabana boy, no I don’t have one, but my husband cooks me all my meals and he is pretty hot 😉
(The view from her desk is pretty darn great – I’m thinking we all need to meet at her place for a cold one!)
What does your writing process look like? Are you a plotter or a pantster?
Oh, I am a pantster. But I’ve learned that if I don’t start writing until I have a few things solid in my head, I throw out a lot fewer pages than I used to. I must have the hero and heroine and their goals, motivations, and conflicts, the villain with his GMC, if there is a villain, and my black moment. Once I have those elements, I sit down and start writing. Eight weeks later I have a very rough draft and then the revisions begin. And the critiquing, and the revisions, and the polishing, and then it goes to my editor.
Both of your books with Ellora’s Cave fall under the Twilight line. What draws you to write paranormal?
It’s funny, because when people say paranormal, vampires, werewolves and ghosts come to mind. All of my “paranormal” has been slightly different. In Masque I have a hero trapped in time with 73 ghosts and a modern heroine. In Passion’s Poison, I have a heroine who is poisonous and must release those poison’s through sex with men or die. Both of these came from the original classics. In Poe’s “The Masque of the Red Death,” Death kills all the revelers inside the abbey and in Hawthorne’s “Rappaccini’s Daughter,” Beatrice Rappaccini is poisonous. So I guess I’m drawn to the paranormal by the classic I’m using. My next one is titled Passion of Sleepy Hollow. I guess that speaks for itself. 🙂
What inspired you to write Passion’s Poison?
One of the reasons I get my inspiration from the classics is that I love the stories, but the sad endings don’t sit well with the dyed-in-the-wool romantic that I am, so I get to create something new that ends happily ever after. I wish that 98% of all classic literature didn’t have a sad ending, but for some reason, that is the case. I chose Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “Rappaccini’s Daughter” because I always loved the love story and her amazing ability to care for the poisonous flowers her scientist dad grew. But again this story ended unhappily. So I decided to write a happy story of a descendent of the original Beatrice. My Bea goes through a lot to get hers, but she does manage in the end.
Tell us more about Passion’s Poison.
Beatrice Rappaccini is tired of the one-night stands that keep her alive. Tired of the illness she causes when she releases her sexual poisons into her partners. But when she meets Zach Woodman, everything changes. Desperate for what she can’t have, she puts her heart and life on the line, ignoring the anonymous letters warning her to stay away from Zach.
Zach Woodman, logger turned chainsaw artist, has the perfect life, but no one to share it with after the deaths of the women he loved. Fascinated by the sexually experienced yet naïve Bea, he promises himself he will end their hot relationship before fate takes another beautiful woman from the world.
But he discovers Bea has no idea how to have a relationship, and he is perplexed by her strange behavior, hippie mother, six fathers and her request to give him every man’s sex fantasy. It is only when he might lose her that he realizes he must make a decision that will break his heart either way.
What’s next for you? What are you working on now?
Right now I am working on Passion of Sleepy Hollow. In this story the hero is the Headless Horseman from our time who meets the original Katrina Van Tassel from the 1790s, the time Washington Irving set the book in. The original story has so much detail that I have been able to stay close to it including the setting, the horses used and even the types of trees in the forests! After this story, my editor has challenged me to write a shorter story (as my agent says, I put a lot of story into my erotic romance, and so they tend to be just over 200 pages). I’m looking for a poem. That should help me keep it short 😉 Then it’s on to two trilogies, one of which will be a Christmas theme. So plenty on my to-do list :-}
Lexi is an awesome guest and even came with gifts!
So does anyone else have a favorite classic that could inspire me? Let me know and I will pull one lucky commenter to win an ecopy of Passion’s Poison.
And, now, an except from Passions Poison:
She liked his smile. He had deep lines etched around his mouth, probably because he smiled so much. How wonderful it must be to laugh as much as he did.
She started, caught staring again.
“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to find yourself naked on those sheepskins in no time.”
She glanced at the beige softness before the now-roaring fire and shivered. She could imagine the feel of them against her naked skin.
“Come.” Zach stood beside her, his hand outstretched.
Did he want her to get undressed? A shiver of anticipation raced across her skin. She took his hand, but didn’t look at him as his warm palm heated her own.
He tipped her chin up. “We better check on dinner.”
She met his gaze as realization dawned. “Of course, it should be done by now. I hope we didn’t overcook it.”
He led her into the kitchen, but instead of releasing her hand, he boxed her in against the island counter. “Bea, you need to accept that I will not take advantage of you. However, the chances of us making love tonight are at about one hundred percent. Don’t you think?”
Her breath caught in her throat at the baldness of his statement, but she couldn’t deny it. Her body completely agreed with him and from the weakening of her limbs and the hardening of her nipples, it was ready to prove him right—immediately. Slowly, she nodded.
His smile lit his face before he bent his head to pull her into a soul-searching kiss. She wound her arms around his neck and his hard body pressed her against the counter. As their tongues entwined, she forgot to breathe.
Abruptly, he stepped away and put his hands into his front pockets, a gesture she was coming to adore. He stared at her as if he had to make a life-changing decision, but then looked away.
He strode around to the stove and turned off the oven. He didn’t glance at her. “I’m glad that’s settled. Do me a favor and pour us more wine and I’ll serve.”
Ready to grab your copy? You can find it on Ellora’s Cave: Passion’s Poison
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