Sunday, 19 August 2012
Promo and Interview with: Dianne Hartsock
Greetings all once again and for the second time today I am bringing you another author promo, with an insightful interview, this time with the amazingly talented Dianne Hartsock.
First of all I would just like to say welcome to The Crypt and thank you for stopping by today.
Thank you so much for having me over, Julez. *gazes around* What a beautiful and interesting website you have! I need to spend more time here.
Why don’t you introduce yourself to my Creatures of the Night and tell us a little about yourself.
*waves* Hi. I’m Dianne Hartsock and I write in that delicious genre, m/m erotic romance. I’m also a wife and mom and a full time floral designer. Life keeps me busy!
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 used to tell my younger brothers and little sister bed time stories. Then in first grade the very first story I wrote out was pinned on the wall for everyone to read. That did it, I was hooked!
What are you currently working on? Would you mind giving the readers a quick synopsis in 100 words or less?
I’m working through edits for my m/m paranormal romance ‘Philip’s Watcher’ due out from Etopia Press on September 7th.
When Philip’s father is betrayed and murdered,
resumes his human form to protect the new clan chief. Philip has grown into a
strong, lonely young man. As lovers, they fight against the darkness, but will
their strength be enough to stem the dark tide sweeping the land? Adrian
Where do you draw your inspiration for your stories, characters and settings?
I’d have to say it’s from everything. Music, bits of conversation, a sunset, an image. The list is endless.
Is there one particular genre you prefer writing in and is there a genre you would never attempt and if so why?
That’s a tough question! At the moment I’m thoroughly enjoying writing m/m romance. It will probably always be my first love. But I’ve also written a paranormal thriller and several short scifi pieces. As long as I can delve into and bring out my characters’ emotions, I’m happy writing it.
I think the only genres I’d never attempt are true crime or biographies or non-fiction. I like to escape reality when I write.
If you weren’t a writer/ couldn’t write anymore what would you do?
I’d paint. In oils. These last couple of years I’ve had a growing desire to create something on canvas. Don’t even know what it would be! But between work and writing, I just don’t have the time to explore this avenue. Maybe I’ll make that my New Years Resolution this January…
If you could become a member of the opposite sex for 24 hours what would be the first thing you would do?
*blushes* Okay, don’t laugh, but I’d go to a gay bar and dance with every pretty man there. I’ve done that in my younger days, but I don’t think that’s quite the same, do you? That little zing of possibility was missing.
Which fantasy creature/being do you like the most?
Tolkien’s ‘high elves’. Beautiful and magical and romantic.
If you could be your favourite fantasy figure what would be the first thing you would do?
As a high elf I could visit Lothlorien and see the mallorn trees.
What scares you the most?
The thought that something bad might happen to my children. They’re both in college now so I have to let them go live their lives. But though the world is an amazing, beautiful place, it can also be dangerous.
‘The Ghost and Mrs. Muir’ with Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison. I love the paranormal and romance and this has both.
Worst film you have ever seen?
Oh gosh, there’s been a lot that have bored me to tears. Longest two hours of my life. Please don’t make me look them up. I’d probably cry.
Everything by Tolkien and Ray Bradbury
When you go shopping what is the one thing that you always HAVE to buy?
Coffee to keep me sane and nice to be around.
Going back to favourite film write an erotic scene featuring the main characters in 100 words or less.
Daniel watched her sleep, desires stirring in him he’d thought buried in the grave with his bones.
“Lucia.” He whispered her name, longing for her to wake, yet afraid. He was a damned ghost, after all. Would she even feel him, if he touched her? He knew she was lonely, had witnessed her empty nights and the times she’d cried herself to sleep. Could his heavy cock give her pleasure as it slid inside her?
Would she even be aware of him if he climbed into her bed right now? Perhaps not. Better to slip into her dreams were they could love without restrictions or restraint. He’d make sure she felt him then!
And finally, just for a light hearted end to the interview.
What words would you want etched on your tombstone ?
Thank you for joining me today and I would like to wish you all the best in future endeavours.
Thanks again, Julez! It was a pleasure to be here.
So my Creatures now we know a little more about Dianne why don't we take a look at some of her work
Etopia Press: http://etopiapressblog.wordpress.com/
All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nathaniel-739041-143.html
From the moment Taden rescues Nathaniel from the Sutherlin soldiers’ torture, he finds himself caught in the gaze of the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen; amazing eyes that hold him thrilled and confused. The Sutherlins are planning to invade the beautiful
, but as Taden
secrets Nathaniel from their reach, he finds himself drawn to the young man.
Not only does he feel the urge to protect him, but he feels an ache he hasn’t
felt in many long years. Tahon
Nathaniel claims to be a traveler from a distant continent, saying he comes in peace. True or not, the youth has powers beyond anything Taden has seen—control over men and animals and the very weather. Taden falls hard for the strange traveler, protecting him not only from the Sutherlins but from his own mistrustful people, who don’t understand Nathaniel’s powers and accuse him of being a witch…
Taden’s scalp prickled, a shiver running through him. He twirled, hand on his belt knife, and found Nathaniel standing inches from him. They were almost touching, and Taden watched, fascinated, as Nathaniel’s green eyes darkened under his stare. The heat from Nathaniel’s body wrapped around him, caressing him in that intimate moment.
“Miranda’s finally asleep,” Nathaniel told him shakily.
“That’s good. She appeared exhausted.” Taden didn’t ask who she was. At that moment, he didn’t care. He touched Nathaniel’s gold-flecked curls, as silken as he’d imagined them to be. Enthralled by the dimple at the corner of Nathaniel’s luscious mouth, he impulsively cupped his cheek, stroking the alluring hollow with a gentle finger. His pulses hammered at the contrast of pale skin and his own sun-darkened hand, picturing the exotic tangle of their bodies.
He slid an arm around Nathaniel’s waist as desire seared him. “Come with me,” he said huskily, aching to love Nathaniel as gently and tenderly as he could and drive the anxiety from his lovely eyes. Nathaniel lifted his shoulders but didn’t resist as Taden urged him into the trees.
Nathaniel remained silent as Taden spread the blankets on a fragrant carpet of pine needles. Taden gave him a close look. With a pang he realized that the young man stood passively, waiting for whatever Taden chose to do with him. As much as he hungered for him, Taden didn’t want Nathaniel like that, unresponsive. He reached for Nathaniel’s hand and pulled him down beside him on the blankets.
“I would never hurt you,” he said as he leaned into Nathaniel’s body and slid his tongue over his full lips. He played with the laces of Nathaniel’s tunic, loosening them further. Fire licked through him as Nathaniel’s chest rose on a quick breath. Taden slipped two fingers inside the soft fabric to stroke the lean muscles of Nathaniel’s chest.
He nudged Nathaniel’s lips wider and groaned as the young man’s tongue darted into his own mouth, jolting him with lust. He caught the tongue with his lips, sucking, wanting to swallow Nathaniel whole.
Taden lingered over his kisses, slowly undoing the rest of the ties on Nathaniel’s tunic. He shifted on the blankets and thrilled at Nathaniel’s sigh as he bared his chest. Taden slid his tongue along Nathaniel’s chin with a fond murmur, savoring the saltiness of skin and the prickle of unshaven hair. He kissed the slim column of his throat and paused to suck gently on a vein pulsing in the heated skin.
He glanced lower and suddenly leaned on an elbow, his eyes ravaging the intoxicating sight of small nipples sitting like jewels on white skin. A single mole, innocent, utterly provocative, lay within kissing distance and drew his lips. Taden teased it with his tongue, smiling slyly when Nathaniel made a startled sound and gripped his shoulders.
Taden circled each hardening bud with his tongue, tenderly kissing the fading bruises. He slid a hand across Nathaniel’s abdomen and felt his muscles tighten. He slid a finger along the edge of Nathaniel’s pants, then moved his hand upward to brush his thumb over a sensitive nipple. Heat slammed through him as Nathaniel arched his back with a guttural cry. Unable to resist the temptation, Taden dropped his lips to the free bud, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling and nursing on it until Nathaniel was panting, a pleading note in the sound.
The tone changed suddenly to panic, and Taden jerked his head up in surprise, clashing with eyes wide with fear and arousal. He watched a trickle of sweat follow the curve of Nathaniel’s cheek. Surely the Nathaniel wasn’t afraid of him?
“I won’t hurt you,” Taden assured him again. Unexpectedly, Nathaniel gave him a tentative smile and touched Taden’s hair. The shy, heated glance undid him, and he had to fight the urge to strip Nathaniel then and there and thrust his arousal deep into the enticing body.
Taden dropped his head on Nathaniel’s chest. “Give me a moment,” he whispered hoarsely, concentrating on control. He wanted their joining to be perfect. It was hard when Nathaniel continued to thread his hands through his hair. With a growl, Taden straddled him, pinning the wandering hands over his head. “Careful, or I can’t promise to be gentle.”
Nathaniel’s eyes were hooded, and Taden watched, enchanted, as the tip of his pink tongue slid across pale lips. “Do anything you like,” Nathaniel invited.