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04 April 2015

Welcome special guest: author Wren Michaels ~ @AuthorWren @evernightpub #erotic #fairytale

Today we have author Wren Michaels visiting.

Welcome Wren Michaels! What or who inspired you to become a writer?
* I've always been a daydreamer. I'd sit in the car, crank up the tunes and just play out full stories in my head that fit with the songs. One day I decided to write them on paper. A friend of mine encouraged me to try getting them published.

When did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
* My first story was written about five or six years ago. At its completion it was 80,000 words. It ended up getting picked up by a publisher, but things happened that kind of waylaid it with said pub, and I've been working on getting it back from the publisher since they never pubbed it. It's under my real name. So hopefully when the dust settles on it, I can do something with it.

How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?
* I wrote five full length novels under my real name before my short story under my pen name was picked up by Evernight for their UNIFORM FETISH ANTHOLOGY. A friend of mine, Evie Knight, convinced me to write a short for it. Then she dared me to try writing for Evernight's Naughty Fairytale line and the rest is history!
* I'm still working on finding a home for some of the full length novels under my real name. I've been deep in the query trenches trying to get an agent for a while.

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
* Best – Never give up. No matter how much you want to throw in the towel, the only thing that ever keeps you from reaching your dreams is giving up.
* Worst – Don't ever give up on your story. LOL Oddly enough, sometimes you have to put one to bed and just write a new one. Not every story you write is going to sell. Not every story is meant to sell. Each book though gets you closer. Each book makes you hone your craft, betters your writing and storytelling. Never give up writing, but don't put all your eggs in one basket.

The book you’re promoting, is it a stand-alone story or part of a series?
* BAD APPLE is book two in my SnowRose Series. UNBEARABLE is book one. They're part of Evernight's Naughty Fairytale line.

What sparked the idea for the story/series?
* Evie Knight dared me to try and write a naughty fairytale for Evernight. So I wanted to pick one not quite as well-known as like Cinderella, or Beauty & The Beast. I went with Snow White & Rose Red. Even though the Snow White in this one is not the same as the classic Snow White we all think of when we hear the name, I did implement a few of the classic Snow White elements into BAD APPLE.

*** Now for some fun info… ***
Would you/have you own(ed) a snake or some other exotic pet?
* Snakes skeeve me out. I'd have to go with something furry like a chinchilla.

Which do you prefer: rain or sun & warm weather or cold weather?
* I love storms and listening to the tranquil steady rain. But I love warm weather. I'm originally from Wisconsin, but moved to Texas. I've acclimated to the warmer climate. LOL You couldn't pay me to shovel snow anymore.

If you could live anywhere in the universe, where would it be and why?
* Scotland or Ireland. Was married in Scotland and would move there in a heartbeat! I love the rich history, the culture, the food, the accents. I'd even deal with the cold weather again. LOL Oh...and did I mention kilts?

If you were stranded on a desert island and were only allowed to have five modern conveniences with you, what would they be?
* My Kindle Fire, Flush Toilet, Toothbrush, Electricity (for the Kindle), Air Conditioning. Obviously I'm a creature of comfort. LOL

Book Two in the SnowRose Series is live!
And it's an Editor's Pick!
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Snow White has always been just that, white as snow. Pure. She's lead a domestic life in the shadow of her outspoken and voluptuous sister, Rose Red. With Rose now marrying Prince Marcus, Snow fears she'll be left with an empty heart and empty cottage. One night, Snow gives in to her desires, but is caught by Marcus' brother, Prince Darien, as he witnesses her indiscretion. Together they tap into a part of Snow long buried. But Queen Miriam, once betrayed by Snow's mother, sees the same thing happening again--this time with her son, Darien. She refuses to let her throne be taken from her a second time and sets out to kill Snow White. Darien must believe in the power of true love's kiss or lose his kingdom, and Snow, forever.
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EXCERPT:
She spins from my arms and drops her chemise to her ankles. Turning her head, long raven locks drape her bare shoulder as she glances back at me. I stare at her naked flesh. Last night in the tunnel darkness shrouded us. Now, in the bright morning light, I see her for the first time.

Her gorgeous hair stops right before her rounded hips. She clings to the oak bed post and eases herself around. The pink of her breasts stare back at me. I swallow hard over the lump wedged at the back of my throat, blocking my words. My gaze traverses the length of her, stopping on the beautiful patch of hair between her legs. All the air in my lungs lunges out of me in a gasp.

“Why are you still clothed?” She tilts her head as a coy smile weaves over her lips.

“Because I cannot take my eyes off of you. Words fail me. They would do no good anyway. There are none to describe you, Snow. Gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. They pale in comparison to how my eyes see you. How my heart feels for you. But perhaps with actions, I can show you.” I rush her and sweep her into my arms, squashing her breasts against me.

Crushing my lips over hers, I sweep her mouth, telling her things with my tongue that I cannot say. Soft moans fill our kiss, and my feisty Snow works hard to get me out of my clothes. Hating to unlock our lips, I step back to undo the last of my trousers.

“I finally get to see all of you, too.” She stalks around me like a tiger eyeing its prey. “I like this part best.” She drags a finger the length of my cock, which stands at attention waiting to pleasure her. “But, I also like this part.” Her hands palm the width of my torso. I fight back a smile itching to curl over my lips at her little game. “I really like these.” Gripping my hands, she pulls my fingertips to her lips and kisses each one. “They do so many good things to me.” She makes one final walk around me. “But I like this part most of all.” Pressing her lips to my chest, she kisses my heart. It fills with sadness and love at the same time.

The lump returns to my throat as I fight back choking emotions attacking my head and heart.

“What about my lips?” I ask, forcing a smile over the ache in my heart.

“They are not part of you. They are part of me. They breathe life into me. They feed me words that can never be spoken.” She runs her hand up my chest before cupping my cheek. “They unlock true love's kiss.”

I ease her backward onto the bed and hover over her body. Leaning forward, I brush my mouth against hers. Hard nipples graze my chest, sending a lightning bolt of arousal to my cock resting against her hips.

“These lips can do so much more.” I look deep into her eyes that swallow me whole.

“How so?” she whispers.

“Like this,” I say, before kissing my way down her body. Spreading her stunning thighs apart, I ease my face between them.

“Darien?” she cries out. “What are you doing?”

“Speaking to you in another language.” I pry open her lower lips with my fingers and swipe the length of her pussy with my tongue.

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Didn't read book one in the SnowRose Series yet? Pick up UNBEARABLE today at Amazon

About Wren Michaels

Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line, where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they'd make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.
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1 comment:

wrenmichaels said...

Thanks for having me!