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, Adrian
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?
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.
Favourite film?
‘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.
Favourite book?
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 ?
Mostly Harmless
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
Nathaniel
Etopia Press: http://etopiapressblog.wordpress.com/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Nathaniel-ebook/dp/B007FTX0EC/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1330637479&sr=1-6
All Romance eBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nathaniel-739041-143.html
Blurb:
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 Tahon
Valley , 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.
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…
Excerpt:
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.
Dianne
Hartsock
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/diannehartsock
3 comments:
Thanks so much for inviting me into your deliciously creepy crypt, Julez!
I always get a chill when I visit here...in a very good way mind you...hehe
Dianne - I just love the halibut outta you...and Nathaniel is on my TBR list - which I hope to make a dent in real soon! *heads desk* Terrific interview! :D
Thanks for coming by, Havan! *hugs and smooches*
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