Please welcome my good friend and fellow author Michael Mandrake, who is actually Sharita. Michael is but
one of the muses under which my dear friend writes, her literary triad, if you will. Today she is going to tell us a little more about herself, and about her writing. And she's having a giveaway! Go ahead and start, Michael, while I get drinks.
First, let me tell you what I'm giving away.
Prizes
One
winner receives:
1 ebook copy of ILIR
1 Coffee Mug
Bag of Beads from New Orleans
1 All Romance Gift Card
1 N'awlins T Shirt
Jewelry Inspired by N'awlins Exotica
Booksmarks, Postcards, and pens from Sharita Lira/Muses
Just look for the rafflecopter at the end of this post!
What are you reading now?
SL:
Since I’m done with my newest story, I’ve just started re-reading Mercy
Celeste’s Southern Scrimmage series. The first book is Six Ways to Sunday,
followed by Sidelined, then the newest Offside Chance which I haven’t read. I
wanted to be reminded of all the characters so I’m going back through the first
two.
What books or authors have most influenced
your own writing?
SL:
Well, I’m an Anne Rice fan, who isn’t? Erotica author Zane is one of my old
favorites. If only I’d decided to publish before she did. *laughs* In my genre,
Sue Brown is my favorite because I love her style and she writes angst like no
one else. Mercy Celeste, GA Hauser, and Remmy Duchene are other authors who I’d
say inspire me to keep writing as well.
Describe your writing space.
SL:
Space is the right word. We live in an apartment, so writing space is at the
kitchen table. *sigh* I can’t wait to buy a house to have my own office with a
lock, a single desk or table, plenty of wall space for pictures, and something
that plays music.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
SL:
Funny thing, I wanted to be an artist, even though I didn’t know how to draw
really well. I loved coloring and I guess I just wanted to do something
creative. Well, I still can’t draw worth a damn but I can write. Still learning
though. *smiles*
How do you do research for your books?
SL:
Mostly by Internet; articles, Wikipedia, word of mouth. Asking questions to
others who know more in certain areas than me. For N’awlins Exotica, writing
cops is tough so I asked GA Hauser a few questions while I wrote I Like Em
Pretty. My husband is also pretty smart too, so I ask him things I might not
know.
I Like It Rough
Kajika
Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie
Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over
protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to
no end.
To
complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All
three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie
nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a
homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some
fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts
about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and
Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s
passion really is to catch the killers.
Will the
new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or
will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New
Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one
another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to
lean on.
Excerpt:
Kajika,
Kajika?” Frankie dropped his duffel at the door and locked it tight. The lights
were dim and smells of vanilla incense wafted through his nostrils. “Babe, you here?”
Frankie frowned and ran his hands over his smooth dome. “I thought you left me
a message to…” He dropped his gaze to the floor and eyed a single envelope.
“Hmm, what’s this?” Frankie picked it up and grinned, looking at Kajika’s
beautiful penmanship. The light brown envelope smelled of Kajika’s sweet scent
and a small set of lips were on the seam of the letter. “Ooohkay, baby, what
are you up to now?” Frankie unfolded it and read:
Dear Frankie Choteau,
This ticket admits you
to a special performance by Kajika Fortier, Native American Hunk D’ Jour. As
soon as you arrive, please take a seat in the chair closest to the stage and
feel free to enjoy the refreshments.
Thank you
KF
“Oh
yeah? A special performance hmm?” Frankie stroked his newly trimmed goatee and
headed for the basement where Kajika’s practice area had been installed for the
past couple of months. Despite his disdain for Kajika’s occupation, he fully
supported his need to perfect his craft.
“Alrighty,
then.” Frankie sniffed the note once again and made a sharp right to the
basement door. Anxious to see what his man had come up with, he bounded
downstairs and sprinted to the seat closest to the platform as asked. “Nice
place.” Frankie chuckled and slid into the chair, sighing when his butt touched
the covered seat. Fully relaxed, he grabbed one of the Heinekens out of the ice
bucket and popped it open with his personal opener. “Now, I’m comfortable;
where is the entertainment?” Frankie loosened his jacket and leaned on his
knees, tapping his feet against the hardwood floors. Regardless of their
dispute or his fascination with Orrin, Frankie knew he was still head over
heels in love with Kajika Fortier. He’d been looking forward to getting back
with his baby after the successful capture of Surenthia Jakes’ killer. Their
reunion was the perfect way to end a dangerous but great day.
Frankie
took another swig of his beer and several red and blue lights went off over his
head. A familiar bass line filled the room, causing a smile to come to his face.
“Mhmm, more Janet Jackson and, damn, I love this song.” Frankie nodded to the
beat and eyed the stage, watching his lover come out dressed in a black
g-string and thigh high black boots with silver buckles. His long black tresses
were tied back in a ribbon with the rest flowing over his muscled shoulders.
“Damn, baby, whew!” Frankie fanned himself, knowing he was in for a treat.
Yeah, he hated that Kajika showed his pretty ass off to the masses but when it
was just for him, he didn’t have one single complaint. Kajika was by far the
most gorgeous individual on earth.
“Baby,
do you mind, touching me…” Janet’s sweet voice filled the air along with heavy
breathing and a slow, fuck me beat.
Kajika
spun on one heel and kicked one leg up in the air, touching the silver metal
pole in front of him. He wrapped his arms around it and held on, twirling
around until his plump ass hit the stage. He moved to the electric thump,
shifting his shoulders from left to right and winking at Frankie as he did so.
The look in his eye was wicked, playful, something that drew Frankie and many
others in.
“Damn,
babe. You know I love it when you dance for me.” Frankie finished his beverage
and set the empty on the table. He pulled his jacket off, tossing it to the
side while he continued to ogle his man.
Fucking Orrin is hot
but not like my man.
Frankie
still didn’t feel guilty for his actions, nor was he ready to let go the notion
of the two of them getting together. However, he knew he’d never leave Kajika
for anyone else, despite the temptation. He’d found his soul mate, the man he’d
always been wishing for. No way would he ever let that go. “Baby, I’m all
yours, I promise.”
Kajika
didn’t say a word, only kept dancing and moving along with the tune. He did a
backwards somersault and a split with his legs outstretched, humping the floor.
Kajika grinned at Frankie and wagged his tongue while he pulled at the thin
strings covering his most treasured prize. Once he got them all undone, he
flicked it at Frankie and stood up straight, not even covering his erection.
“Whew!”
Frankie watched it fall in front of him. He grabbed another beer and leaned
back, running his hand over his crotch. He was rock solid, practically bulging
out of his pants, wanting to get into Kajika right away. Fuck the routine. Frankie stroked himself through his polyester
slacks, running his fingertips over his swollen balls while the other tilted
the bottle towards his mouth. “Holy shit, babe. You are…”
Kajika
kicked his leg up again, still keeping in rhythm for the last parts of the
song. He wrapped his leg around the pole and swung until his was upside down,
spreading his thighs to give Frankie a better view.
“Fuck
baby!” Frankie cursed and yanked his pants apart, busting the zipper. He took
his swollen dick in hand, dragging his thumb through the pre-cum seeping
through the slit. Frankie plopped the bottle on the table, forgetting about
wanting another beverage. In front of him was something a lot more satisfying.
“Holy shit, Kajika! I swear you got me so hard right now.”
Kajika
leaned his head back and stretched his legs out again. “Really, Choteau? You
want me?”
Frankie
stopped jerking and spat on his hand. When he took hold to his dick again, he
sped up his movements. It wouldn’t be too long before he was ready to explode.
“Fuck yes, Kajika. Get your pretty little ass over here and ride my cock,
baby!”
Michael Mandrake pens
complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he
builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might
encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find
out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.
Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy.
Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving
her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
This happily married mother of two
beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading
and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers &
Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal
ezine Fourteeng.net.
Here is the complete list of blog stops for the tour:
Blog stops for the I Love It Rough Tour
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Thanks for stopping by, Michael! Come back soon!
