Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Interview from The Crypt: BLMorticia

INTERVIEW FROM THE CRYPT


First of all I would just like to say welcome to The Crypt and thank you for stopping by today.

BL: TY Julez. Happy to be here. This place looks mighty cozy.

So why don’t you introduce yourself to my creatures of the night and tell us a little about yourself.

BL: Well, I’m BLMorticia, I’m the Bad Girl Muse from the head of Sharita Lira. I, along with Michael Mandrake and Rawiya drive this woman crazy with new stories about love, struggles, sacrifice, etc. We love it and so does she. Currently, I’m published with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. I write the hot tales with snark.

When did you first begin to write? Was there a specific moment or did something happen to make you think ‘I could be a writer’?

BL: I’m the oldest muse of the Sharita personalities. We’ve been together since she was 19 so ever since, she’s wrote stories on and off, some fanfiction and erotica. Professionally only about a year and a half. I believe the “aha” moment for her was when she continued to get the urges from her friends and peers to go on and try publishing. Also, an editor contacting her about one of her old tales posted on a free site made her decided that she could do this.

What are you currently working on? Would you mind giving the readers a quick synopsis in 100 words or less?

BL: Well, I’m the busiest muse these days. Michael is finally taking a break and Rawiya is always so nice to wait her turn which will be coming up shortly. We’re finishing edits on the first book in the NNP series, Something Ne on The Menu. We’re working on a femdom story tentatively called The Desire to Be in Control and a gay cowboy, Taming Wild Horses which I inherited from Michael.

Synopsis of Taming- Dolby Tate, the child of millionaire, Robert Tate owns a ranch that was purchased for him in the heart of Dallas Texas. His father left it to him in the will. His lover, Duncan Moorley is the descendant to Dolby’s friend Sid Moorley. His has been with Dolby for the better part of ten years, even through Dolby’s accident when he was through off a horse and paralyzed from the waist down.

Despite his own misfortunes, Dolby would like Duncan to learn to ride a horse for a local riding trophy. He goes so far as to hire an instructor by the name of Anders Withsby who is not only a teacher but a thief. Anders accepts the job as his teacher but with the mindset to do whatever he can to swindle the kindhearted Dolby out of his money.

However, Anders becomes infatuated with the couple and allows his feelings to cloud his better judgment. Barton Talbot, his lover comes from the south and has been waiting on Anders call to come help him collect, not aware that Anders has fallen for Tate and Moorley.

Where do you draw your inspiration for your stories, characters and settings?

BL: For all it’s usually the music I listen to and pics I find on the net. Also headlines in newspapers, real life situations, basically everything that Sharita feeds her brain with might inspire something in a story.

Is there one particular genre you prefer writing in and is there a genre you would never attempt and if so why?

BL: At the moment, for all the muses, Sharita is more comfortable writing m/m. Michael and I have done a little hetero and Rawiya does MMF but for the most part, gay stories make all of us happy. I don’t think there’s anything we wouldn’t do. I see myself, especially doing f/f and transgender someday as well.

If you weren’t a writer/ couldn’t write anymore what would you do?

BL: Since I’m a muse, I suppose I’d be travelling with a rock band and being a groupie. *grins*

If you could become a member of the opposite sex for 24 hours what would be the first thing you would do?

BL: Ooh good question! I’d go fuck around with Sharita’s ex boyfriend. *giggles* Then I would find the nearest gay bar and have some gratuitous sex.

Which fantasy creature/being do you like the most?

BL: Vampires of course. A creature that bites and sucks to stay alive. What could be more fun than that!

If you could be your favourite fantasy figure what would be the first thing you would do?

BL: See the opposite sex question.

What scares you the most?

BL: Snakes and Mice. YUCK!

Favourite film?

BL: Does this include porn? If not, I know Sharita would say Breakfast Club. *winks* Mine, being the muse, is porn film, Focus/Refocus Gay Porn Noir.

Worst film you have ever seen?

BL: Hmm, Sharita might say Wanted with Angelina Jolie which was a big disappointment cause were big fans of hers.

Favourite book?

BL: Oh I can’t pick just one. My fave of the year right now is Morning Report by Sue Brown. That’s Sharita’s too!

When you go shopping what is the one thing that you always HAVE to buy?

BL: Liquor. Oh you mean like shopping for things, like clothes? Um, leggings and lacy undies and bras along with the liquor. *grins*

Going back to favourite film write an erotic scene featuring the main characters in 100 words or less.

BL: Seriously? You’re going to make me think?

Okay, let’s use John Bender who was played by Judd Nelson and Andrew Clark who was played by Emilo Estevez.

“John...ohh shit!” Andrew held onto John’s head as he pleasured him from down below. The feeling of his slim lips on his hardened cock drove him wild. He ran one hands through John’s straight locks, twirling them between his fingers while the other made red marks on John’s pale torso.

John responded with incessant licks and light nibbles on his shaft and balls. Bender knew just how much he wanted the jock to fuck his silly. He’d dreamt about it for weeks and now was their chance. Forget that he might like to have Claire later on. This was his first taste of man sex. No one cared about him anyway, especially his old man who beat him night after night.

He needed love, real emotion, and sex with a guy as he’d desired. Only Andrew could give that to him.  


And finally, just for a light hearted end to the interview.

What words would you want etched on your tombstone ?

BL: *giggles* Well We don’t believe in burial, we’d be cremated but if so, “Here lies a woman who had 3 different personalities and embraced each one as part of herself without seeing a psychiatrist.”

Thanks!



BL is currently a published writer with Rebel Ink and Naughty Nights Press. Her first two novellas, My Lieutenant and Something Fresh Served Hot will be due out in November. She writes bi weekly for Erotic Diaries with Rawiya and a column twice a month on Blak Rayne Books.

Sharita L aka Michael M/Rawiya/BLMorticia

The Literary Triad - http://www.thelitriad.com/#!
Michael Mandrake - http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com




Thank you for joining me today and I would like to wish you all the best in future endeavours.


SYNOPSIS followed by a short EXCERPT



Coming to Rebel Ink Press November 3rd

Blurb: Nathan Ellerby's apartment has been ransacked by his ex who didn't like the fact Nathan dumped him. Trouncing through the debris uttering a string of obscenities, Nathan's shocked to see Lieutenant Bryant Duncan at his door claiming he's already caught the offender. Sensing an instant connection, when Nathan finds out Bryant's divorced and he's straddling the fence between being gay or bisexual, Nathan finds himself in a quandary.
 Although the Lieutenant does everything in his power to prove to Nathan he's worthy, Nathan is afraid to lower his defenses which leaves both men wondering if Nathan will allow love into his life even through his doubts.
A very tall, dark, and handsome bald headed man was standing there with a pearly white smile.

“Hey, listen, I caught the guys that went through your things.” He smiled and nodded.

“Seriously?” I opened up the door slowly only to lock eyes with the most, gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.

Fuck!

He  moistened his lips. “Hey, I’m new to the building. My name’s Bryant Duncan.” He put out his hand.

A black Irishman?

I accepted it. His hands were warm but kind of rough just the way I like them. That moment, his skin on top of mine sent heat to my groin. I took a whiff of his cologne. “Nice to meet you, Mr…”

“Call me Bryant, please,” he interrupted me. “Like I was sayin’, I saw the bastards going through your place. When they saw me, they tried to get away but, I called the cops once I got the building security to come up and help detain them.”

Holy shit, my hero…

“You didn’t have to.” I was completely impressed that he cared enough to put his life on the line.

We stood silent a minute.

“Ahem.” The cop came up behind me. “Okay sir, I need you to come down to the station and give a statement. If you could meet me downstairs.” Thiesmann adjusted his belt. “Mr. Duncan, nice work and um, Mr…”

“Ellerby, Nathan Ellerby.” I offered my hand.

The cop took my hand lightly. “Mr. Ellerby, don’t be too long okay?”

He walked back through the door and struggled to crawl under the tape. When I saw that I wanted to laugh but I had more important matters in front of me.

I gazed at him.

“I’m sorry, and you said your name was…” Bryant raised an eyebrow.

“Oh shit, erm.” I cleared my throat, noticing our hands were still locked together. “Nathan, Nathan Ellerby.”

We gripped each other’s palm tightly. “Good to meet you, Nathan.” He released my hand and my gaze then reached into his back pocket of his loose, fitting jeans.

I couldn’t help but follow his arms. They were so big, muscular. I could imagine them cradling me during the night.

“Here we go. My number just in case you need me for anything,” he grinned.

I took the piece of paper, still gawking at those lovely brown eyes. I tried to keep myself from drooling. “Man, I don’t know how to thank you.”

Bryant waved his hand, smiling. “No problem, man. I live right down the hall. I just happened to be on my way out to run some errands.”

“Yeah?” I leaned against the door frame. Suddenly, the robbery seemed less important.

“Yeah, those fools were doing it in the middle of the afternoon.”

“Interesting.” I licked my lips, looking away for a moment. I wanted to continue talking to Bryant, but Thiesmann was waiting on me. “Listen, umm, again, I don’t know how to thank you for what you’ve done. It was very brave of you.”

Bryant smiled, “Like I said, no biggie.” He put his hands together and rubbed them briskly.

This time my eyes didn’t follow. I tried to think of something else to say to keep his attention. “I, um…I need to figure out a way to repay you for this. Maybe, I could take you out to dinner or something?”

Bryant grinned, nodding. “Yeah, maybe we can have a bite to eat. If you need my statements or anything, make sure you use that card and give me a call,” he said before disappearing back down the hallway.

 “Thanks so much, Bryant. I’ll be calling you to setup that dinner.”

“Cool.” He backed away. “See ya, Nathan.”

“Bye,” I said, watching his cute backside make its way down to apartment 17D. “Shii…” I mouthed to myself after I closed my door, grinning like a Cheshire cat. The man was my hero, in the span of five minutes I was in love.

Thank goodness for petty crime!

So yet again another tasty victim has been devoured and it is time to go in search of fresh blood. This is Julez S. Morbius saying remember to keep your necks clean, you never know when I'll come calling.

T.T.F.N.


2 comments:

An Open Book said...

The crypt is a very cozy place to be, I agree.

I always laugh at everyone's tombstone saying. Says a lot about the person. Kudos to Julez for making each interview fun

Great interview.

Rawiya said...

TY for allowing BL to stop in Julez!

:D