Hello world! I’m delighted to be here. Thanks for having me Maggie!
Give me a second, let me kick off my stilettos and take a few sips of my wine. Mm…Oh yeah, that’s some good wine. *grin*
Today is a good day. I received another email from a reader who absolutely loved my recent urban fantasy novel, Black Rayne Silent Screams. Reading this email brought me to tears. Also, I got a sweet note on Facebook from a reader who says her and her husband thoroughly enjoyed my novel, Designing Love.
This is why I do this! For the readers who can appreciate a good story. And I love, love, love hearing from them. Thank God for networks like Facebook and MySpace where the reader can connect with you.
It’s a beautiful thing.
I’ve been an avid reader since the age of fourteen. Over the years, I’ve read every genre out there, from horror and suspense to adventure and erotica. My favorites are paranormal and urban fantasy. Every now and then I like myself a good sweet romance. Ya know, the ones from back in the days, where the model on the cover is standing in the Garden of Eden, sporting a loin cloth.
Yeah, that’s the one! A good ole’ fashion read. Hehe…
I think of myself as an easy reader, one who’s easy to please. Give me a good, stimulating plot and I’ma happy camper. When I got into reading erotica, it was difficult to find a book that could make me blush and give me a good plot at the same time. Erotica seemed more like porn. Weak plot, sucky acting, but all of the buck naked sex you can handle. Now don’t get me wrong, I love reading about buck naked sex! But a sweet plot would make it all the more interesting.
Right when I thought my search would be in vain, a friend of mine passed along a book from Zane. The Sisters of APF (Alpha Phi Fuckem). *blush* Pardon my language. If you have not read this book, you should. The message in this story is about embracing sexual freedom, more so for women, and that’s what the APF sorority stood for. After this, I moved on to read three more books from Zane, which were just as awesome as the first one.
Reading her books gave me the encouragement to write my own. I figured if she could write a hooking tale combined with great erotica, then so can I.
I came into this business with an open mind and a wild, twisted imagination. Writing rules were brought to my attention by other authors. You can’t write about this, you can’t write about that… yada, yada, yada… Ugh…
C’mon people, what’s the fun in writing if you can’t break those stinking rules?
Okay so being the wild child that I am, I cast the rules aside and let my muse take me away.
I started off trying to write from an outline. Boooo! While an outline works great for most authors, it’s a total waste of time for me. Writing from an outline is like me trying to walk a straight line while drunk. I’m staggering here and there; laughing at myself… It’s embarrassing.
I found I’m more comfortable with just writing from my head, letting the story come to me as I type. And surprisingly it works!
Now the erotica aspect of my writing comes very natural to me. Actually, it’s one of the easiest things for me to write. One of my past jobs may have a little something to do with that. *grin* I spent two and a half years of my life working at an X-rated video and novelty store, one of the biggest pornography stores in Florida. That had to be one of the most interesting and fun jobs I’d ever had. My job, in particular, was to purchase the DVDs from the distributor to sell in the store. Because certain sexual acts were illegal to sell in the state of Florida―golden showers (Urolagnia), scatting (Scatophilia), bestiality, extreme bondage, women dressing like little girls, etc.―I had to watch certain DVDs that were questionable to make sure it didn’t contain any of these illegal sexual acts.
So I got my fill of porn, a lifetime amount to be exact. LOL! So you could say my job was very interesting.
The fun part was the people I worked with and the porn stars I met. *snicker* Boy, do I have some stories to tell. But we don’t have that kind of time.
Needless to say, I learned a lot working there and came away with a skill I use in my writing.
Let’s face it, sex is a part of life. It’s not going anywhere, it only evolves. As long as I have the skill, I will continue to create saucy tales with scenes of wicked sex in them.
At the end of the day, if I get you hot and bothered, I’ve done my job.
To learn more about Yvonne and her work, visit her website – http://yvonnenicolas.com/
Black Rayne Silent Screams BlurbR&B sensation Sharayna “Rayne” Piers lives a life dedicated to her music. On stage and in the studio, she pours her heart and soul into the lyrics of her songs. But every since her twentieth birthday, her seemingly normal life has taken a turn to the dark side.
Piercing screams and horrid visions of horrendous acts of murder haunt her night and day. Women similar to her in age are vanishing all over the world without a trace, leaving Rayne wondering if the mass of disappearances are connected with her visions.
Soon she will discover that the world she was raised in is just a cover to what really hides in the shadows, and that her life as a human is a deception to mankind, a guise to conceal her true nature. Will she shun the darkness that has befallen her or step up to the throne to become what she was created to be…the Dragon Queen?
Black Rayne Silent Screams Excerpt
Bound by his sweetly spoken command, Rayne closed her eyes. Pure rapture flowed beneath his skin. Her nipples hardened and stung, her clit ached to be touched. Her breathing hitched as he drew her closer to him. She slipped her palm around his neck. His hands circled her waist then slid over the curve of her ass.
The temperature between their bodies rose to a blazing inferno. His veins began to pulsate beneath her touch.
She felt the blood, sensed it—the new evil blood that coursed through his being. This blood aroused her, called to her. It evoked a yearning within her, which kindled a ravenous fire. She wanted it. Her lips quivered with the need for a taste.
Digging his fingers within her hair, he inhaled deeply, pressing his lips against her temple. “Feel it,” he whispered.
Suddenly, gut wrenching screams entered her mind followed by images of unfamiliar faces, tortured faces, bloodless faces. Gasping, she withdrew her hands and attempted to pull away, but he locked his arms around her waist and held her against him.
“Embrace it,” he demanded hauntingly.
Her mind was swamped with panic, but she couldn’t erase the need to have him inside of her. She felt so damn twisted. “You killed them.”
“I did,” he responded softly, teasing the few strands of hair hanging along the side of her face. “You knew I would before I left you tonight.” The flames from the floating candles flickered violently with his words. “You knew I needed to, didn’t you?”
Not able to form words, she shook her head. Would it always be this complex while with him, torn between being scared shitless and horny out of her mind?