Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Interview from The Crypt: Karenna Colcroft
INTERVIEW FROM THE CRYPT
First of all I would like to say welcome to The Crypt Karenna and thank you for stopping by today.
Thanks for having me!
So Karenna why don’t you introduce yourself to my creatures of the night and tell us a little about yourself.
I’m Karenna Colcroft, and I’ve been writing fiction since I was about five, and have been making up stories even longer than that. In 2006, a friend of mine challenged me to write an erotic scene or short story. As long as there’s no danger involved, I pretty much always take challenges, so I took that one and surprised myself with the results. After that I was hooked. My first erotic romance e-book was published in March 2009, and since then I’ve had a number of stand-alone e-books published, as well as a few short stories in anthologies.
I live in the northeastern US with my two kids, my real-life romance hero husband, and two cats.
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’?
As I said, I started writing fiction when I was about five. I learned to read when I was about two and started making up stories, and even that young I knew I wanted to someday see my stories in books like the ones I read.
What are you currently working on? Would you mind giving the readers a quick synopsis in 100 words or less?
My current work in progress is an M/M romance novel about a sorcerer who gains magic by taking pieces of people’s souls during sex. He’s careful to take only tiny pieces, just enough to fuel his magic, but his fellow sorcerers “soul-rip” humans, taking so much that the human ends up catatonic or dead. When the hero meets a human whose soul is particularly appealing for magical purposes, he has to decide whether to use him or save him.
Where do you draw your inspiration for your stories, characters and settings?
All over the place. The sorcerer story I mention above actually developed from a dream my husband had that he told me about. (He doesn’t write, so if he has good “story dreams” he passes them along to me.) Sometimes I get ideas from comments made by other people, sometimes the ideas just come to me and I have no clue from where.
Is there one particular genre you prefer writing in and is there a genre you would never attempt and if so why?
I prefer writing paranormal, though I tend to write mostly contemporary. It’s hard to think of paranormal plots that haven’t been overdone. I don’t think there’s any genre I would never attempt, but I wouldn’t be likely to write historical. There would be too much research involved.
If you weren’t a writer/ couldn’t write anymore what would you do?
Probably die…I can’t imagine not writing.
If you could become a member of the opposite sex for 24 hours what would be the first thing you would do?
Hmm. I think I would probably find a willing female to have sex with so I can experience heterosexual sex from the male perspective, then I would find a willing male to have sex with so I could experience M/M sex. Then I would make plenty of notes for my writing.
Which fantasy creature/being do you like the most?
Currently werewolves, because I’ve been writing about them.
If you could be your favourite fantasy figure what would be the first thing you would do?
Search for a partial cure so that werewolves wouldn’t be obligated to shift at the full moon, but still could if they chose to.
What scares you the most?
Spiders, especially when they’re crawling on my computer.
Favourite film? Worst film you have ever seen? Favourite book?
I combined those three questions into one because I really don’t have an answer to any of them. I don’t watch many films, so choosing a favourite or worst would be difficult. Choosing a favourite book is difficult too, but for the opposite reason; I read so much I can’t choose just one favourite.
When you go shopping what is the one thing that you always HAVE to buy?
Hot cocoa mix. I gave up drinking coffee back in January, so now I have to have a cup of hot chocolate in the mornings to settle me into writing for the day.
Going back to favourite film write an erotic scene featuring the main characters in 100 words or less.
Since I don’t have a favourite film, I declare myself exempt from this. Besides, it wouldn’t be as much fun writing an erotic scene with someone else’s characters as it is with my own.
And finally, just for a light hearted end to the interview.
What words would you want etched on your tombstone ?
“In the end, it’s all just words.”
Thank you for joining me today and I would like to wish you all the best in future endeavours.
Thank you! I’ve enjoyed the interview.
After six months of self-imposed dating exile, Lissa is ready to get back on the horse. She isn’t looking for a date, just a one-night fling with the hottest man she can find—and she finds Ross, a guy who takes control and orders Lissa into one of her wildest fantasies.
When Lissa runs into him again the very next evening, Ross wants another chance to do what they did last night. And to continue beyond just one night.
He yanked her against him and cupped her ass with both hands. Before she could take a breath he crushed his lips against hers so hard she felt his teeth through their lips. Her nipples stiffened again and moisture rushed to her pussy. She hadn’t been touched this way in longer than she remembered. Her previous lover had prided himself on being gentle, even when she’d told him that sometimes gentle just flat didn’t do it for her.
This kiss with Ross did all kinds of things for her. She barely managed to catch her breath but it hardly mattered. Her body, her libido and her desire were the only things she focused on.
He broke the kiss as abruptly as he’d begun it and swatted her ass before he let her go. “Preview of coming attractions. Now let’s find your friend.”
Dazed and hornier than ever, Lissa pushed her way through the crowd with Ross so close behind her his breath warmed the skin of her neck below her pixie-cut hair. They dodged elbows, drinks and a couple of fists as Lissa tried to scan the crowd for Kerri. She hadn’t seen her friend in at least an hour but she knew Kerri wouldn’t have left without letting her know. She had to still be somewhere.
After a few minutes Ross clamped his hand on her shoulder. “Do you have a cell phone?”
“Of course.” She fished it out of the tiny purse she’d slung across her chest and held it up.
“Text her,” Ross suggested. “This is like looking for a needle in a haystack and I’m not patient enough for that.” He again brought her hand to his cock, which felt even harder than before. “Keep this up and I’ll fuck you on the dance floor.”
A thrill ran through Lissa at the thought of being taken in public. Her face heated. She’d never been an exhibitionist either. Apparently the night and Ross were having more of an effect on her than she’d realized. Or maybe it was just the daiquiri.
She texted Kerri that she was ready to leave and waited for a reply. She spotted Kerri standing at the edge of the dance floor just as the response hit her phone and she took Ross’ hand and led him to her friend.
Kerri’s eyes widened slightly when she saw Lissa holding Ross’ hand, then she smiled. “I see going out tonight was a good idea after all. You’re leaving, you said?”
“Yes.” Lissa braced herself for her friend’s argument.
“Can I speak to you privately?” Kerri’s glance at Ross clearly told him to get lost.
“I’ll be at the front door.” Ross slid his hand over Lissa’s ass. “Remember, don’t make me wait too long. Ten minutes and I’m gone.” He winked and smiled at her. “Probably.”
The last word was all that kept Lissa from seeing him as a total jerk, though his command sent another frisson of desire through her. She did like a man who took charge. “I’ll be there,” Lissa promised. Unless Kerri talks me out of it. Not that she planned to let her friend talk her out of the one thing she’d really wanted in the past six months.
Ross walked away without looking back. Lissa watched him go, admiring his ass in the just-right-tight jeans until she no longer saw him through the crowd. Then she turned back to Kerri, who was watching her with an impatient frown. “You just met him tonight,” Kerri said.
“We danced,” Lissa replied. “We kissed. We fondled. I want him, Kerri.”
So there we go my creatures yet another victim devoured and once again it is time to go in search of the next tasty morsel. This is Julez S. Morbius saying remember to keep your necks clean, you never know when I'll come calling.