Thursday, 6 October 2011
Interview from The Crypt: Cassandre Dayne
INTERVIEW FROM THE CRYPT
Once again the doors to The Crypt creak as they open slowly to allow yet another unsuspecting soul deep inside and today's willing victim, I mean visitor, is the extremely talented and prolific Cassandre Dayne.
First of all I would just like to say welcome to The Crypt Cassandre and thank you for stopping by today.
So Cass why don’t you introduce yourself to my creatures of the night and tell us a little about yourself.
I’m Cassandre Dayne – I write highly erotic pieces that include everything from ménage to BDSM, toys to sex clubs and while most have at least a happy for now ending – they’re getting grittier as I go along. I also consider myself a wicked girl.
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’?
I have written since I was a kid and I mean like six and wrote 18 books before I was 14 and yes tried to get one published but… just picked it up about three years ago again and it burns within me.
What are you currently working on?
Would you mind giving the readers a quick synopsis in 100 words or less? I am working on one too many things but right at this moment Blue Fire – Domination which is the second in the Fire trilogy about a male human cop and Russian vampire who must work together to solve horrific murders and the cop is also learning that not only does he hunger for the first time for a man but crave succumbing completely to the vampire’s domination. It’s a highly kinky book about BDSM and torture and isn’t for the faint of heart.
Where do you draw your inspiration for your stories, characters and settings?
Everything and anything – I often tell people to tempt me. I can write erotic about ANYTHING period.
Is there one particular genre you prefer writing in and is there a genre you would never attempt and if so why?
I love all genres in truth including paranormal, crime, comedy and write in all of those. I don’t think I’d be very good at YA but would love to try.
If you weren’t a writer/ couldn’t write anymore what would you do?
I’d be a vet because I love animals so much.
If you could become a member of the opposite sex for 24 hours what would be the first thing you would do?
He he – seduce a woman.
Which fantasy creature/being do you like the most?
Without a doubt vampire – always have since I was a kid and watched Dark Shadows and YES I’m telling my age here.
If you could be your favourite fantasy figure what would be the first thing you would do?
I would track down a hunky man and seduce him into mortality by using every aspect of my humanity and my monster.
What scares you the most?
Losing my pups.
I have several from Raiders of the Lost Ark to every vampire movie including Lost Boys.
Worst film you have ever seen?
Don’t have a favourite – too many I enjoy
When you go shopping what is the one thing that you always HAVE to buy?
You don’t have this in England but we have a lovely lingerie shop called Victoria’s Secret and I do indulge in buying sexy nighties and lacy underwear.
Going back to favourite film write an erotic scene featuring the main characters in 100 words or less.
You know what – just thinking about Harrison Ford give me the goosebumps and it truth I think that’s where I get the notion of say a whip… I’m just going to allow the ladies to imagine him naked, wearing only the hat and carrying that big bullwhip of his… evil grin
And finally, just for a light hearted end to the interview.
What words would you want etched on your tombstone ?
Bodacious bitch who had a kinky and playful side
Thank you for joining me today and I would like to wish you all the best in future endeavours.
Have you got a small synopsis and excerpt you would care to share with my creatures of the night?
I’ll do Red Fire for you
RED FIRE –SURRENDER
Jax Steele was a haunted man. A Detective by trade, damning visions of a wretched event had taken not only his soul but also the family he loved dearly. Living a shadowed life, he accepted every wretched case given with a vengeance, determined to right the wrongs of his horrible past. When young men began showing up slaughtered like animals, the nightmares began all over again pulling him into his own private hell. All clues led to an elusive erotic artist of Russian decent who enjoyed the dark arts of BDSM and Jax believed he’d found his killer, yet intense hungers buried deep within were awakened and he wanted nothing more than to become Aleks’ student.
Aleksandr Vasiliev carried dark secrets of his own. A monster to some, the vampire had forsaken his past and the family regime in search of a new life away from murdering humans. Unfortunately his previous subjects turned up gutted and he was the only suspect. As Jax and Aleks forged a bond to try and find the murderer, each suspected something that neither could control. As the power of domination and control swirled around their relationship, Jax was forced to face not only his ugly past but also hungers that burned deep in his soul. Betrayed, Aleks was determined to save Jax, his true mate but powerful vampires from his past threatened not only his lover but the entire human race. In a race against time, few would survive.
An anguished scream was jerked to an instant termination with one move as the strangled echo ebbed through the narrow space. In a single flash the fresh-faced boy was changed forever, never to know or understand the true meaning of love or life, his last moments on earth filled with horror. The scintillating thought was a bit too profound on that bleak summer morning. “Ah…what I wouldn’t give for some additional playtime dear boy. You have all the makings of a true submissive.” Growling, the lithe body was dropped and hit the floor with a tremendous thud.
There was no way to adequately describe the sheer intensity of taking someone’s life into your hands. Caressing and kneading, loving and then carving out the heart, reaching deep inside the gaping hole, the victim still so very much alive and so utterly terrified. The incredible joy of watching as the pulse of life throbs wildly and the luscious human tries to understand the ramifications of your deadly actions was a thing of beauty. Perhaps the most delicious moment of all was when their haunted eyes followed every move, dancing across your face in a heated war of life and death, their mind filled with the images of raging terror. And then just as the hint of life ebbs from the dimming eyes, you reach in, scoop out the bloody tissue with your hands, gathering the pulsing muscle, warm and tender and so delectable. Tasty. And there is nothing better than savoring the ripe, heated and dark red blood as it gushes across your hand, dripping onto the hard…cold…floor. The aroma pungent yet sweet captivates your very being and stills the chilled blood racing through your system. “Mmmm…” As the killer squatted, relishing in the memory of so many, the boy, perhaps almost a man lay twitching. Dying.
The killer was happy, no beyond happy. The intense feeling was a rapture of lust. Chuckling, the sound bounced off the walls in the tiny apartment as the pulsing reverberations of the street filtered around them. It was not dawn yet but soon enough which would mean too many prying and curious eyes and there was still work to be done. Revenge was sweet.
The knife, a remnant from the past, was still embedded more for viewing pleasure than anything else but the effect had been instantaneous. Jazzed beyond belief, the killer laughed, reached down and slathered long fingers into the pool of blood, guiding the crimson soaked tips into a hungry mouth, savoring the rich copper flavor of the golden haired boy. Too much had happened to ever be denied again the pleasures that life could offer. “You have no idea just how delicious you taste, boy. If I weren’t in a hurry I’d ravish every part of your body.” The snack was indeed overpowering in its rich heritage and succulent flavor. The whispers of people coming and going and beginning their wretched days forced a look out the window. How many more would be enjoyed? The thought and the number was staggering indeed and then again fulfilling.
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So until I, once again, need to feed this is Julez S Morbius saying keep your necks clean, you never know when I will come calling.