1) You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
I’ll take my husband, thank you, who is very resourceful and fun to be with. Oh, and a radio to call for help when we’re ready to leave.
2) Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
Moulin Rouge. I can relate to Christian, with a tendency to overdramatize situations and fall into the depths of despair the same as he. But I also bounce right back and go on with a song on my lips and a dance in my step.
3) Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them: galaxy, jet, cream
I sighed, lacing my hands behind my head as the galaxy wheeled above me. The white streak of an old jet stream floated overhead. I started at movement beside me, but it was only the cat licking cream from its whiskers.
4) You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
*blinks* That’s a rather personal question. But if I thought he’d be willing, I’d pick Cam from Shira Anthony’s book Dissonance. Sure, there’s a lot of hot sexy men out there, but this one touched my heart as well.
5) What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
A soft blanket in front of the fire, candlelight, sweet music and a glass of wine.
6) When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
I pretty much always start with a character. I’ll notice someone walking down the street or come into the store. Hear a beautiful piece of music or catch a bit of conversation. Almost anything can spark the idea for a character, and pretty soon I need to know his life story. Where does he come from? Where is he going in such a hurry? Who does he love? And wham! A story is born.
7) If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
I think I’ll go with Cate Blanchett. She’s beautiful and intelligent and talented. Why not?
8) Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
Michael Myers from the Halloween movies. I saw the first movie one Halloween afternoon, alone. Big mistake! It started about four in the afternoon, and my friends weren’t coming to pick me up until after seven. Thought I’d watch a little television while I waited, and this movie came on. I liked the beginning, settled down on the couch with some snacks. Pretty soon I started glancing over my shoulder, out the big picture window behind me. It was growing dark outside. We lived in the country so there was no curtains on the window. Was that someone creeping around the yard? I didn’t want to finish the movie, but too afraid to get off the couch to turn the TV off. Creepiest movie I’d ever seen. Scared the daylights out of me, and I loved it!
9) Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Thomas Jefferson. I don’t agree with all his political/social ideals, but he was an intelligent, handsome and passionate gentleman. I could have sat and had a cup of coffee and listened to him for hours.
10) Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
I really don’t. I write stories to entertain and titillate and hopefully make people laugh and cry and finish the book satisfied. I have no desire to write anything controversial.
Book Name: Stuck on Rewind
Release Date: March 15, 2016
Ashton has been in love with his best friend for years, watching him grow from a pretty high school boy to the gorgeous erotic dancer at the club where they both work. The problem is that Lance enjoys the attention of a variety of men while Ashton wants him for his very own.
After a day spent denying his attraction for Lance, standing by while their friend Trey openly flirts with him, Ashton decides it’s time to make his move or risk losing his man forever. Once Lance knows how he feels, he’ll realize they should be together. Or is it already too late?
Pages or Words: 10,308 words
Categories: Contemporary, Erotic, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
“Fuck!” Ashton shouted in a mixture of anger and ecstasy as Lance swallowed again, then let Ashton’s softening cock slip from between his perfect lips. Ashton leaned on his elbows, his chest heaving while he caught his breath. With a last kiss on his thigh, Lance climbed off the bed, sleek-limbed and graceful, and walked to the dresser with a sassy sway of his hips.
Ashton stared after him and groaned, not sure if he wanted to pull his friend’s ass back into his arms or punch him in the face. It would be incredible to wake up with Lance every morning and make love to him. But he sternly reminded himself that they were only friends and Lance needed to stop climbing into his bed at night uninvited.
“You do remember you have a bed of your own?” he asked, more sharply than he’d intended.
Lance gave him a smirk over his shoulder, making a show of licking the last of Ashton’s spunk off his swollen lips. “You told me to wake you at seven.”
“I didn’t mean… Oh hell.” Ashton fell back on the pillows and threw an arm over his eyes. He swore in exasperation when the mattress dipped and Lance’s familiar scent surrounded him. “Damn it—”
Soft fingers touched his mouth. “Don’t be mad, baby. I didn’t mean anything.”
Ashton peered at him through the dark curls that had flopped into his eyes. The guy looked positively forlorn, and Ashton sat up, giving him a one-armed hug. “I’m not mad. But you don’t need to keep doing that, either. You’re my friend!” He kissed Lance’s cheek, the velvet skin warm with a blush. “You make a terrific roommate, and I like the company.”
“And I like you.” Lance walked his fingers up Ashton’s leg.
Ashton laughed and shooed the hand away, but couldn’t help staring at the enticing evidence of his friend’s arousal between his legs.
“Can I take care of that for you?”
“Not at all.” Lance stood up, waving off Ashton’s offer. “I’ll deal with it in the shower. You have to save your attentions for Mister Man.”
“Who are you talking about…? Wait!” Ashton rolled off the bed and trotted after Lance as he crossed the apartment.
Lance giggled, slipping behind the bathroom door but holding it cracked open an inch. He smiled at Ashton with his pouty, kissable lips. “You know, the boss. Mister Kent.”
“I’m not saving myself for—”
Ashton blinked at the closed door. Why in the world would Lance think he was interested in his boss? Sure, the man was handsome as sin, but he was also an egomaniac and tyrant. Why only yesterday, he’d…
Hot blood scorched Ashton’s neck and face, his arm tingling where Morgan Kent had gripped it, towering over him. The man had bent to his ear, swamping Ashton’s senses with subtle cologne and a hint of sweat as he’d whispered, “If you can’t type a simple letter without mistakes, I’ll find a secretary who can.” He’d tightened his hand almost painfully on Ashton’s arm. “Or maybe I should just bend you over this desk and smack your ass for each mistake?”
Ashton’s dick jumped at the memory. He told it sternly to behave. “We’re not falling for that bastard. We’ll stick with the sweet boys at the club and call it good.”
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Meet the author:
Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.
Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
Where to find the author:
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/Dianne-Hartsock-Author-107985445959828/
Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/4707011-dianne-hartsock
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis
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