Hard Lust by Tina Donahue
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Hard Lust
byTina Donahue
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GENRE: Erotic Romance
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INTERVIEW:
- What or who inspired you to start writing?
Honestly, there wasn’t a conscious effort on my part. I can’t recall not writing. I wrote my first book when I was nine. Named it Dimples the Adventurous Flea. The story was about a flea that jumped from dog to dog to ‘see the world’. When he was on a French poodle, he was in France. On an Irish Setter, Ireland, and so on. I even illustrated the book then made copies and sold them around the neighborhood to my friends’ parents. My first book tour. J
- How did you come up with ideas for your books?
They just come to me. I could be driving around doing errands, shopping at the mall, or watching a film and an idea will suddenly pop into my head. Actually, a scene with characters I’ve yet to meet. I’ll see them doing something and generally think ‘…what if they…?’ At that point, my imagination runs wild and I get a plot.
3. What expertise did you bring to your writing?
I was reading before I started kindergarten and never stopped. Before I entered high school, the school gave incoming freshmen a reading list to complete. There were 30 or so books on it. I read each one. Found out later, I was the only incoming freshman who’d done so. The best way, IMO, to become an author is to read everything you can get your hands on then write daily.
- What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?
Well, this is in my bio, but I’ll repeat it here: despite the hot romances I write, I am horribly shy. My personal life isn’t anything like what my heroines enjoy in my books. I didn’t experience my first kiss until I was seventeen (not in my bio).
- As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?
To keep writing the best stories I can, to improve my craft with each book, and to explore subgenres I’ve never written in before.
- If you could be one of the characters from any of your books, who would it be and why?
That’s a tough one because I love all my characters. While I’m writing their story, I want to be them. When I’m finished and begin another book, I want to be that character.
- If you were the casting director for the film version of your novel, who would play your leading roles?
Hmmm. Hard to say. None of my characters look like current film stars. However, Ryan Gosling, Charlie Hunnam, and Jason Momoa are definitely hot and would fit Vespar, Andros, and Racan quite well. For Megan, my heroine, I suppose Scarlett Johansson or Emily Blunt.
- Do you belong to a critique group? If so how does this help or hinder your writing?
Nope. Never have belonged to a critique group. IMO, those groups, like reviews, are one person’s opinion. Some may love paranormal stories and others might hate them. Getting a consensus from two people, much less a group is dicey. I adored the Millennium Trilogy (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Played with Fire, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest). I couldn’t stop reading those books and when I reached the last one, I read slower and slower, savoring the story because I knew there wouldn’t be another as the author had died. Yet, I have author friends who couldn’t get past the first couple of pages. Writing is a matter of style and reviews/critiques are a matter of taste.
- When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?
During college, my creative writing class professor told me I should consider writing for a living. Since I had already decided that, I learned my craft then how to submit. Tons of information is available online and through various author groups.
- What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)
Best advice: I read this on one of those inspirational posters – Press on! Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not. Nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not. Unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not. The world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
Worst advice: Cowboy romances are dead. BTW: This could apply to any subgenre. That subgenre is dead until someone writes a bestseller in it and then it’s suddenly hot again. Rarely, if ever, is anything dead for all time.
- Do you outline your books or just start writing?
My outlines are nearly as long as my books. I want to know exactly where the story is going, including and especially the end, before I write one word. I liken it to driving from San Francisco to New York. You can hop in your car and head east and hope for the best or you can use a map (GPS). You’ll get there faster if you know your route.
- Do you have an all time favorite book?
The Millennium Trilogy as previously stated and The Handmaid’s Tale by Atwood.
BLURB:
Don’t ever trust a demon. Unfortunately, Megan has learned that lesson too late. The deal she made to save her sister’s life has landed her in hell about seventy years early. And now she has three sexy demons trying to tell her what to do.
Nope. Not going to happen.
These guys have never had to deal with such defiance. Andros figures she’s due for some erotic discipline, which he’ll happily provide. Racan’s pure alpha, his hardcore plans include bondage and submission. Quiet yet intense, Vespar expects endless kink to spice up their carnal play.
Who would have ever expected she’d end up falling for them? Too bad demons can’t be trusted…because someone is trying to kill the magic and threatening her stay in this lusty world.
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EXCERPT:
Even during her worst days, Megan Wynters never believed this would happen.
I am so screwed. Afraid to budge, she stood paralyzed in a garish room decorated in more gold and mirrors than Versailles, a weird symbol she couldn’t decipher painted on blood red walls. Displayed throughout the cavernous space were countless marble statues depicting nude men and women screwing or going down on each other or…Thunderous bass from a death metal tune pounded through the wall to her left, the pornographic paintings there bouncing on each deafening beat.
She curled her upper lip, turned and flinched. A guy who hadn’t been in here a second before, sat in the throne-like chair behind the humongous desk. Early thirties or so, he had hazel eyes, and thick blond hair that fell in soft waves to his shoulders. Those suckers and his chest were beyond broad, his well-toned muscles straining against his black silk shirt. Her stomach fluttered at the astounding picture he created, and then her insides clenched when she recalled where she was. That didn’t keep her from eyeing him further. The sun or a tanning lamp had tinted his complexion gold, while his features… Not only were they masculine, but beautiful enough for an angel. Down here? In fucking Hell? Given his great looks, she had to be anywhere but there. Her pulse ticked up. Hope surged. Someone moaned.
The statue to her right was climaxing. Jeezus. The writhing life-sized figures weren’t stone but people, or demons, or something animate. The pure white woman threw back her head and wailed. The pasty guy kept pumping his cock into her. God, god, god. This definitely wasn’t Heaven. But not quite the other place either, considering the coolish air circulating, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms. Rattled and wary, she faced the guy, and then jumped. Two other men, also early thirties, stood on either side of his desk. Both took her in from her mouth to her boobs and lower. Much lower. Unexpected heat rolled through her, her folds creaming at the guys’ raw male appeal, appreciation for their physical gifts stealing her breath and—
Hold it. She couldn’t be turned on by them. It’s a trick. They’re fucking doing this to me because they’re…
Uncertain what they were, she cringed at the possibilities, but still couldn’t glance away.
The one to her right was tall and luscious, his skin olive, his longish black hair combed back. He wore a black tee and low-slung jeans, no shoes or socks. If this were Hell, he should have cloven hooves, not large feet and long toes. Maybe this was purgatory? Please, please, please. That part of the underworld, or whatever they called it, might be bearable.
A pendant hung around his neck boasting a dark red symbol—the same as those on the walls—against a black circle. The blond guy sported an onyx ring on his left forefinger displaying an identical design. Which means? Her stomach rolled and wouldn’t stop. She didn’t want an explanation on what the symbol signified. It might kill her dream this wouldn’t turn out too bad. The third guy had a tat on his left pec showing the exact figure. He’d dressed in black leather pants and biker boots, no shirt, his light brown hair worn short, skin bronzed. Her ears buzzed in approval then rang from unease. The blond smiled, producing deep dimples in his cheeks. Her knees weakened at his normal, friendly greeting. The way a mortal guy would show delight at seeing her and that this could lead to something good. Conversation, a few laughs, then other great stuff. If they behaved nicely, she wouldn’t mind. Damn, she hadn’t had fun in forever.
Another statue climaxed.
Holy hell. Snapped back to reality, she remembered her presence here was a colossal blunder she had to straighten out. Her mouth was so dry she struggled to speak. “I don’t know who you guys are, but—”
“Andros.” The blond touched his thumb to his chest then inclined his head to the shirtless guy.
“Vespar.” He gestured to the one without shoes. “Racan.” His smooth baritone caressed and enticed. “And you’re Megan.”
She wasn’t admitting to anything.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.
On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.
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Purchase Links:
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