Welcome erotic author extraordinaire, E.Jamie, to the blog! She's the author of multiple works, including the above pictured Til Death Do Us Part, Redemption, Playground of Gods, and Forbidden. Just to name to name a few.
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Let's get's started!
What is your favorite beverage when you write? Not so much a 'favorite' as a necessity would be coffee.
What’s your favorite font? Good old Times works for me.
What music do you listen to when you write (or do you prefer it quiet)? I really listen to almost everything from classical to country but movie soundtracks are the absolute best when writing. Of course, you can't go wrong with Loreena McKennitt or Enya! I cannot write in silence. My mind wanders if it's too quite so if it's not music I have the TV in the background. Every single one of my books have been written with either Friends or the Food Network in the background!
When it comes to those all important jotted notes, which is it -Composition pads or sticky notes?
My sister got me this lovely note pad that I keep on my desk to jot down new ideas, then on the weekend I'll take those notes and copy them onto an idea file on my computer. When I'm on the go I keep a pretty little notebook in my purse.
What’s your favorite snack when pounding away at the keyboard? Ketchup chips. I'm a ketchup junkie!
Now, the juicy stuff…
What inspires you when you write? Oh anything. Literally, anything will give me a story idea. But I keep a folder on my computer of gorgeous scenes, artwork etc that will help evoke a certain feeling I need or will inspire a certain scene I want to include in my story. I also have full folders of pictures cut from magazines that help with setting or characters.
What do you turn to when you stumble across a road block in the creative process and need to regroup? I either research online if it's something I need to get info on or I look through my folders for inspiration. I also find reading author blogs and about the writing process will get my creative juices flowing again.
Where do the ideas and concepts for your work come from? Oh everywhere. Literally. Music, books, movies, dreams, a blade of grass, piece of gum, a pencil (laughs)
What do you wish there was more of in the market? Mob stories! I love romances set in the mafia world like Jackie Collins 'Lucky' series, Lynda LaPlante's Bella Mafia and of course the late Mario Puzo.
Lastly - What advice would you give to an up and coming writer that hopes to submit their work and become published in the future? Do it. Do it. Do it. And most especially Do it. It sounds easy to say but that really is all there is to it. Write your story, polish it, read writers you enjoy to make your writing better, research markets and DO IT! Nothing will happen if you don't send out your work. Oh and 9 times out of 10 rejection has nothing to do with you. Just move on to the next address on your list.
Come visit me on my website! www.ejamie.net
You can purchase E. Jamie's work by visiting her site, clicking on the above links, or dropping by her website. Thanks for dropping by the blog, E.Jamie, and for taking the time to answer Ten Questions.
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Please enjoy this excerpt of her story, Til Death Do Us Part. Available at Amira Press.
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Sara loved Connor, but he was from the wrong side of the tracks. They eloped and her father had him murdered or so she thought. Pregnant and desperate to escape an arranged marriage Sara married Connor's best friend, Aaron. When Connor returns very much alive, Sara is forced to choose between her first love and the new love she's found.
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She looked at herself in the mirror now and searched for some sign that showed she wasn’t the same. She didn’t look married. Maybe afterward I’ll look different. After . . . it. Sara trembled and gripped the edges of the beige porcelain sink to try to stop her trembling. This is insane! I love him. I trust him. Fuck, it’s gonna hurt like hell. Connor would laugh at that. She never swore, another product of her high-class upbringing. No, don’t think about them tonight. They have no place in my life. Not after what they tried to do. Sara pushed all thoughts of her parents out of her mind and slipped the long white satin nightgown over her head, and it fell in a soft, caressing wave down her body and hugged her small curves. I’m too skinny. He’s gonna think I’m too boney. Damn it, Sara! Shut up and go make love to your husband! I can’t! I’m a big, fat chicken! She sat on the edge of the tub, stared at the peach carpet, and then squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m such a—”
“Hey, Sara, did you drown in there?” Connor called from the other side of the door.
She jumped at the sound of his voice. “I’m coming out,” she announced in a choked voice. She forced herself to turn the knob and walk into the bedroom.
“Nervous?” Connor asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“Not really,” she said, defiantly lifting her chin.
“Liar,” he said with a soft smile.
“God, I’m shaking.”
He brought her into his arms and held her against his chest until her breathing returned to normal. She suddenly pulled back, noticing his clothes. “Why are you still dressed?
“I thought I’d let you take them off,” he whispered.
“I really wish we’d already done this. I wouldn’t be so nervous tonight.”
“No, you’d have been this nervous that night,” Connor pointed out.
“Yeah, but at least it would’ve been over with.”
“Baby, this isn’t something you’re going to ‘get over with.’ You’re going to enjoy yourself. I promise.”
“Connor, you forget that I’ve already seen you. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” She pouted.
He burst out laughing. “You must really be scared if you’re swearing. I’m sorry, it’s not funny.” He struggled to compose himself. “It won’t be all bad, I swear. I’ll make it good for you.”
“It’s not only that I’m worried about. What if I don’t know what to do?”
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll come to you,” he told her.
“Everybody always says that! You’ve seen me dance, Connor. I’ve got no rhythm at all,” Sara said. She was stalling for all she was worth. She could also see in Connor’s eyes that he knew it. He wouldn’t let her stall any longer.
“Sara, I want to make love to my wife,” he said, his voice soft but firm.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you call it that. Usually you call it fucking,” she remarked, surprised.
“Oh, I’m not gonna fuck you tonight.”
“You’re not?”
“No, tonight we’ll make love. Other times we’ll make love too, but I want you to get used to me before I thoroughly fuck your brains out,” he informed her with a smug smile.
Her eyes widened, but she also felt an answering flutter between her legs. Maybe she’d like that afterward. Her body sure seemed to enjoy the idea. She already felt herself grow wet for Connor. Thank God. Her body was ready, and her brain was catching up. She lifted herself on her toes and pulled his head down to kiss her. His lips met hers, not just as her boyfriend, but now a man that was about to become her lover in the fullest sense of the word. This kiss was different, deeper. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, easing her fears even while her heart tripled its racing beat. This is it.
Sara gave a small moan when Connor’s mouth moved expertly with hers. His hands traveled down along her arms to take her hands and link his fingers with hers.
He lifted his head; his lips moist from their kiss. He gave her a small smile. “If you don’t calm down you’re going to pass out,” he warned.
“I don’t exactly equate your touch with calmness,” she said, her voice trembling.
He pulled away from her embrace and flung himself on the bed on his back. “Okay, then. I’m not going to touch you.”
“This is going to be very difficult to pull off if we’re not touching,” she informed him with a wry grin.
“You’re going to touch me, Sara. Do whatever you like. Ravish me, baby!” He threw an arm over his forehead dramatically.
Sara stared at him in disbelief. “You’re serious?”
His eyes met hers. “Take my clothes off.”
She moved a leg over him to straddle him. With a leg on either side of his hips, she leaned down and brought her mouth to his. She eased her tongue into his mouth and tasted the champagne they had drunk earlier. She trailed her fingers along his jaw while she feasted on his mouth and then slid them into his hair, feeling the silkiness of the blond strands in contrast with the slight stiffness of hair gel. She moved lower to rain kisses on his jaw. She felt him sigh against her mouth when her mouth reached his neck. Connor tilted his head back, and she was able to trail her tongue along the length of his throat. She began to undo the first buttons of his shirt exposing the first hint of tanned soft skin. She moved down farther to taste his exposed chest. Her behind came in contact with the bulge in his pants, and he groaned. Surprised, Sara lifted her head, and then she realized what she was propped up against. “Oh, sorry,” she said with a grin, not apologetic in the least.
“Trust me, don’t be.” He swallowed hard.
She smiled at him and shifted her behind again, rubbing against the thick bulge.
Connor closed his eyes and swore when she rolled her hips. He pressed his fingers into her hips. “Sara, stop that,” he pleaded, his voice rough with restraint. “This’ll be over too soon if you keep that up.”
She leaned down and trailed her tongue around one of his nipples. At the same time she stopped her movements and pressed her behind against his hardness, following his order and not moving.
“Fuck, woman,” he panted.
“I knew there must be a reason guys had these,” she joked, playing his nipples with her tongue.
“Sara.”
“Now you know, Connor,” she whispered, easing the shirt away from his chest. “Now you know what you do to me.” Sara sucked his nipple into her mouth. He grew thicker against her bottom.
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