Celeste Jones: What
do you consider to be some of the challenges of writing these types of stories?
April Vine: For
me, I think everything in an erotic romance is harder to write…pun intended.
Not only must there be an emotionally charged story with intricate characters
and rounded plot, an erotic romance writer must weave in frequent, explicit sex
scenes without it coming off as gratuitous and still carry the plot forward. And
no two sex scenes should be alike, so yes, lots of inventive thinking required
of an erotic romance writer.
Celeste Jones: Your
books are pretty spicy. How do you keep the erotic level high without being too
lurid?
April Vine: One
word: Emotion. Without it, it’s just porn. My characters must
have something at stake, some emotional string that pulls them together and
apart and then together again.
Celeste Jones: Your
latest book, The Toy Boy, is about a
woman who gets involved with a younger man. She’s in her early 30s and he’s ten
years younger. Do you consider this a Cougar story?
April Vine: I
think the ten-year difference in their ages just borders the acceptable age
difference for a cougar although my heroine, Cait is quite passive in the true
sense of a cougar and it’s up to my hero, Declan to show her what’s she missing
out on J [Be
sure to check out the blurb and excerpt below. Leave a comment, including your email address, to be part of the drawing for a free copy! Please try not to drool over the
cover photo.]
Celeste Jones: Do
you have another book/s in the works? Can you tell us a bit about it/them?
April Vine: I
have too many books in the works and too few finished, yes I’m a promiscuous
writer, what can I say J
But yes. At the moment, I’m writing a
story which contains BDSM elements and my second book in the Wanton Witches
Series from Ellora’s Cave comes out on the 10th October 2012.
Celeste Jones: What
is your writing day like? Do you have a set schedule for writing?
April Vine: Oh,
no! I start off every day with the intention of being a perfect writer – one
who writes diligently and consistently each and every day. Alas I have a small
attention span, am hopelessly counter influenced by anything and write in
bursts rather than steadily. I live in
hope that I will change this process!
Celeste Jones: Are
you a pantster or a plotter?
April Vine: I’m
an incurable pantster, and because I go into projects blindly, I usually find
myself falling down plot holes or banging into walls. I’m a sucker for
punishment!
Celeste Jones: Is
April Vine a pen name? If so, who in your life knows about your career as a
writer of erotic romance? Do you find it challenging to keep that part of your
life a secret?
April Vine: April
Vine is my pen name. Except for hubby,
no one else knows the real me and that’s all that matters to me. It is very
challenging, though, keeping it a secret from extended family, but I prefer it
like that, this way I have complete and utter creative license to write
whatever I want without worrying if I’ll embarrass them.
Celeste Jones: What tips or advice do you have for people who might
be thinking about writing erotic romance?
April Vine: As
with all writing, I think a passion for the art is required. For erotic romance
writing in particular, you’ll never know if that’s your dream genre if you don’t
try it. My first manuscript on submission, a contemporary with extremely mild
sex scenes landed on the wrong editor’s desk and if that editor who only reviewed
erotic romance hadn’t ask me to give it a go, I would never have discovered the
erotic romance genre at all. If you’re
comfortable with writing explicit sex in anything but purple prose, give it a shot,
you never know.
Celeste Jones:
So, I’m sure the readers are dying to know…what’s the best thing about having
me as a critique partner? [LOL]
April Vine: Well, honestly it’s because you’re… perfect J
Seriously, you’re all the major things I look for in a CP – smart, fast and
efficient – what more can a girl want? You give great insight, you have a sharp
eye for grammar and you’re totally fun to work with. I’m very lucky to have
you! And if you haven’t yet read Underwear Probation, you so should – it’s
beautiful!
Celeste Jones: What’s
your guilty pleasure?
April Vine: Hubby…preferably
covered in chocolate J
Lusting over her neighbor’s too-young-to-touch hot nephew
while he mowed the lawn in the hot sun was one thing and bad for her sparkling
reputation. Finding him in the same sex shop where she is purchasing artificial
gratification to ease the sexual bother he evoked in the first place is quite
another and forces thirty-four-year-old stickler for rules Cait Daniels to fly
red-faced through the doors of Curious Coition without her paid for merchandize
in hand.
Since he is staying with his aunt for a few days,
twenty-four-year-old Declan Meyer wants to do the neighborly thing and return
the orphaned sex toy to its rightful owner. Only in this case the rightful
owner is the same woman he wants in his bed, his heart, and his life. He is not
above holding the pleasure tool over her head and threatening her good standing
in an attempt to show her the real thing with him, never mind his age.
Excerpt:
“Will that be all for you?” the cashier asked, her orange
glazed smile wider than before. “Yes, thank you.” Cait dared not look her in
the eye. She hadn’t come that far yet; instead she dallied with her purse while
the cashier counted the cash and registered the sale. She wished she’d just
give her the mock cock and forfeit the whole idea of popping it into a Curious
Coition designed bag. She really just wanted to get the hell out of the place
already, preferably armed with the selected merchandize secured in her handbag.
A long bath later and maybe even candles, and then it’ll be just her and the
dildo, eradicating any unhealthy thoughts she harbored about him that
she couldn’t have.
“It’s one of our bestsellers. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
Could she work any slower?
“It’s a lovely day outside, isn’t it?” she continued. “I
should tell you we have a no return policy, unfortunately, so if—”
“That’s fine. I…” Whatever else Cait meant to say died on
her lips as the velvet curtains hanging from a rail behind the cashier parted.
Her overworked heart ground to a dead-halt and manic nerves singed her skin.
Her brain spun out of control, drowning her in disbelief. She resisted the urge
to rub her eyes in case her vision felt prone to play cheap tricks on her now
of all times. But no, he, the totally hot and completely off limits
reason she found herself parading in a sex shop in broad daylight, was real,
gorgeous, and instantly he recognized her.
His sexy thick-lashed gaze skimmed over the package
dangling in midair from the cashier’s hand en route to the bag and then landed
back to her. Scorching hot blood rose into her cheeks. He folded his arms and then
rubbed the edge of his jaw with one of his hands as his sensuous lips curved
into a killer smile. Sparkling, straight white teeth mocked her. She couldn’t
look away, not when his overpowering height demanded she see nothing but him.
Amusement lined the gray of his irises as he relaxed
against a tall cabinet next to him, enjoying her discomfort, and making no
secret of it. This couldn’t be happening to her. Embarrassment of the kind she
never experienced before dictated her next move. Flee, leaving behind her
purchase in the cashier’s hands. Without a backward glance, she scurried out of
the shop. She refused to question her juvenile antics as she dove into her car
and started the ignition. The only sound louder than her resuscitated heart thudding
inside her chest was the wheels of her car screeching in protest as she fled
what she now called the crime scene.
Really? Of all the people in the world she could
have met at a sex shop, did it have to be him? The core reason for her cranky
mood, which sprouted from a lack of good old-fashioned fucking, revived by the
mere sight of him. Eyeballing him from her window as he mowed the lawn was one
thing, running into him at a sex shop and being caught red-handed soliciting
artificial sexual favors quite another.
But when she’d woken up that morning from a night of
dreaming about him, her wet and unsatisfied pussy dictated all her impulsive
actions. She couldn’t bear another night feeling so sexually deprived. She
wanted instant gratification, so got into her car, drove into town, and found a
sex shop. Now she wished she had practiced a little more patience, bought the
darn thing online, and waited however long it was for them to deliver it.
Patience though was never the quality she held in high merit. Besides, if she
wanted something done, she always did it herself.
The way things were going her way, her online purchased
dildo would probably arrive at her doorstep in a van with a cock painted on the
side, sirens wailing, and a police escort, and everyone in the neighborhood
would know. She groaned. Dammit, she knew his aunt. And what was he doing in a
shop like that anyway?
She ducked her head as she pulled into her driveway,
hoping to never set eyes on either the aunt or the nephew ever again. Thoughts
of relocating flitted through her brain. She slipped into her house, locked the
door, drew the curtains, and paced the floor as she bit her nails. What a mess.
How had everything gone so hopelessly wrong so utterly quickly?
She still remembered meeting him six years ago when he
concluded his greeting by calling her Ms. Daniels and matching it with a cocky
smile. She had smiled back at him then, amused by his misguided youth, and the seed
of underdeveloped arrogance hovering beneath the surface. Now … now six years
later at the age of twenty-four, he came in a different package altogether.
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