Sable Hunter's Blog, page 16

Sable's Interview with the FABULOUS Ciara Ryan

To kick things off, this is her bio. 

Just about the only place you're sure to find Ciara, is at Churchill Downs on the first Saturday in May, a tradition she never misses.  A small town girl from Bliss, Kentucky, Ciara is a country girl with city sensibilities. With a bit of luck and some savvy investing advice from her uncle, Ciara was able to parlay the profits from years spent as a child model into a future for herself, one that included graduating a proud Wildcat and opening up her own freelance photography business. Whether she's taking pictures of the wildlife in her home state, or snapping shots of the runway in Milan, Ciara always has a story in her head that needs to be told. Her only requirements to write are a cashmere sweater, a glass of wine and your willingness to be seduced by her words.

AND NOW FOR THE INTERVIEW

Sable:  Tell me about the series that you have written?

Ciara: I've got three series' out right now. The first series is called But I Need This Job. I don't think I have to explain it too much with a title like that, but I'll tell you what inspired it and that should explain it. I had this crappy job at an office when I was 19. I hated it, the only reason I stayed there was because my boss was this uberhunk that made me pulsate with desire. He knew all the girls at the office wanted him but he wasn't a dick when he could have been. He was sweet and nice to everyone no matter what. Well, one day I screwed up huge. A shipment was supposed to go out and I forgot to do the paperwork or something, like I said, I didn't like the job, I only stayed because of him. Long story short, he calls me into his office at the end of the work day. Okay, this is devolving into one of my stories so I'll keep it short. Anyways, he calls me in and tells me he has to fire me and the entire time I'm thinking, "oh my God, I hate this job, but I would so offer to sleep with him to keep it", and that's where the title and concept came from. It's the first series I wrote when I was planning on self-publishing, so maybe it's not my best work, but it's sort of like my first time having sex, it might not have been that good, but it'll always be my favourite.

The second series I have is called All Access Pass. Is there a female out there who doesn't have a fantasy about bedding a rockstar? Nuff said.

The third series and my personal favourite is Classroom Confessions. This is eight steamy shorts about naughty encounters with teachers. Allow me to tweak my comment about my All Access Pass series: Is there a female out there who doesn't have a fantasy about bedding a teacher? There's the lucky girl who runs into a former teacher she had a crush on and, well, you know. There's also a pretty heated encounter between a TA and a teacher in a barn during a field trip. I won't spoil it for you, but there's a lot scorching stories in it. It's the most recent series I've written and not to pat myself on the back too much, but I think you can see how I've grown as a writer and damn if there isn't some of my absolute hottest encounters to date. As much as the But I Need This Job series is and probably will always be my favourite because it was my first, I think Classroom Confessions is how I'd like to be measured, at least so far.

Sable:  What do you have in mind for your next book?

Ciara: I actually met a new friend online the other day. She's a bartender in Vegas and very sexy to talk to. We were talking and she told me about a cute guy who came into her bar the other night and I found myself asking this question: Have you ever wanted to hookup with a customer? As you might imagine, this led to quite the animated conversation and it gave me the idea for my next series. I'm thinking about writing a series of stories about bartenders hooking up with patrons. You know. "Hey. I'm off in an hour, why don't you stick around for a drink after the bar closes?" That sentence sends my naughty brain off into a thousand different directions, but it eventually comes back to sex on the pool table. Do you play, Sable?

Sable: I can handle a cue. And I love to play with the balls.

Ciara: And now my brain is off and running again.

Sable: Which would be easier - give up internet for a month or sex for a month?

Ciara: Sex for sure. I'm a self-confessed clothes whore and as much as I love spending a day at the mall, I spend hours online shopping. I gave Andy, the UPS guy, a box of chocolates and a card for Christmas last year, that's how often he delivers to my house. Don't tell my mom this, but I love betting on the horses online. I know I shouldn't but it's one of my guilty pleasures. I'll pull up the live feeds and put down a couple bucks on the fourth race at Aqueduct or Hollywood Park. A guy I liked in high school was way into gambling online and he taught me all about it. It's such a rush. My uncle will kill me if he sees this. Do you ever go to the track? It's so thrilling to feel the ground shake when the horses rush past you. All that power makes my body tingle sometimes.

Sable: I grew up around horses, but I don't go to the track.

Ciara: That is going to change. I'm taking you and we're gonna wear fancy, ridiculously-expensive hats and have a blast.

Sable: I can't wait. Which reality show would you like to be on?

Ciara: I can tell you which show I wouldn't like to be on. America's Next Top Model. I modeled a bit when I was younger and I will I tell you something. I do NOT miss doing it. All the bitchiness, the backbiting and catty drama is not worth it. Which one would I like to be on? Hmmmmmm. I guess since there is no such thing as "reality" television, I'd choose one of those dating shows, maybe the Bachelor. No, wait. The Bachelorette would be better. That way I'm in control. What girl wouldn't want all those hunky guys fighting over her while you jet across the globe? Hot springs in Sweden with a group of six-packs, I mean, men all around you. Dinner under the Eiffel Tower, just you and Mr. Sparkly Smile. *Swoon*. A girl can dream can't she?

Sable:  What is your favorite sexual position?

Ciara: Sable! You know I'm shy about sex. HA! I almost said that with a straight face. Wow, this is a tough question to answer isn't it. What's yours?

Sable: Oh my goodness! You would ask me that, well I love missionary because I can cum quicker that way, but I also love the intense up against the wall feeling and I’ll tilt up my bottom to one particular guy anytime.

Ciara: Damn. See, now I love those, too. I guess if you had a gun to my head, I'd pick on top. Oh God, this is such a hard question to answer. I love how intense missionary can be when your eyes meet, and I must admit that I'm a girl through and through; I love it from behind, my hair being pulled. Is it getting hot in here? Maybe you should give me a minute...No, wait. Better yet. Stay...You do a lot of walking don't you?

Sable: I run regularly.

Ciara: Yeah, I could tell when you walked in. Your ass is fabulous. Sorry. Where were we? I think if I had to pick one, it'd have to be me on top. I know, I'm weird aren't I? But nothing brings me more pleasure than feeling a guys hands on my tits while he's as deep inside me as he can be. I know that from behind is best for going deep. God, I need another drink. But I love tossing my hair around while I'm grinding. I love looking down at him and seeing the pleasure on his face, his gritted teeth. Maybe I'm a secret Dom or something. You have got just the plumpest bottom lip ever, Ms. Hunter. Has anyone ever told you that? Oh, and I love that he can watch me play with myself while I'm on top, that drives me around the bend. Damnit! Is it too late to change my answer to that? I know it's not technically sex, but I like to be watched while I'm touching myself. I feel like such a pornstar when he's watching me and the thought of his cock getting harder turns me up even higher. You should not have opened up this can, Sable...Okay, on top is my final answer.

Sable: You sure?

Ciara: No. I mean, yes. We'll never get through this if I keep thinking about it. Best to move on for now. Maybe we can continue the conversation when the tape recorder is off.

Sable:  I think that could be arranged. Do you listen to music while you write?

Ciara: Nothing with words. I'd love to be able to crank up something industrial like Nine Inch Nails and just let the music fuck me while I'm writing something intense, something down and dirty, but I find the words too distracting. I can listen to instrumental when I write, but only as background noise. My favorite is the soundtrack to the movie Unfaithful, there is some soft, sexy, and absolutely beautiful music on it and every once in a while, I'll catch a note over the clatter of the keys on my laptop, or the scribble of the pen on paper and it'll transport me to a part in the movie that revs me up even more. I like to be relaxed, comfy if you will, when I write, hence the cashmere and wine. I know it sounds sort of, I don't know, pretentious, stuck-up maybe, but I honestly can't write anything except for notes and edits if I don't have on cashmere. The softness of the fabric against my skin is so erotic. Any writer who writes the kind of stuff you and I do, is a bald-faced liar if they tell you that they don't get turned on when they are writing it. And any of them that says they don't occasionally take a quite sojourn into the land of selflove when they are writing, is a God-damn, bald-faced liar. It's just us girls here, right, Sable?

Sable: Ummm.

Ciara: Good, then I can tell you this. If you've never touched yourself while wearing cashmere, you are missing out. I love my alone time.

Sable: If the truth be know, Ciara, so do I. Although, your wardrobe choice is more classy than mine. I go more for comfort – just shorts and a tee.  What does Ciara want for Christmas?

Ciara: More cashmere. I'm not sure really. I could think of a million things I'd love to buy, but I know this about myself. I don't shop so much because I want the stuff necessarily, I shop so much because I like shopping. So, I guess a black American Express card with an unlimited balance is the short answer. Oh, and someone to pay it off after of course. Or Channing Tatum.

Sable: Is there a topic that you consider too kinky for Ciara to write about?

Ciara: Hmmmmmmmm. I write what excites me, what interests me. There's a lot of I haven't tried sexually still, I still have lots to experience. I'm sort of old fashionrf I guess. I like guy/girl stuff. Don't get it wrong, I like girl/girl and any other variation, but I'm not going to write stuff like pseudo-incest. Here's how I see it. Whatever turns you on, turns you on, I'm fine with it as long as nobody is being exploited or mistreated, but some stuff just isn't for me. So as far as stuff like anal and threesomes and foursomes or whatever, that's stuff I'll write about. I write some hotass stuff, but I'm kinda old fashioned.

Sable: Tell us about your writing process?

Ciara: Wine. Cashmere sweater and a pair of worn jeans I've had forever. There's a rip just below the back left pocket and my ass shows a bit. They're so 80's. My friends call it my "writing uniform". My girlfriends know they can borrow anything in my closet. Anything except that pair of jeans that is. Those are off limits. They know I'll smack a bitch for even looking at them. I've had those jeans since I was 16 and they are just like the jeans in the Sisterhood Of the Travelling Pants. Not in the sense that they fit everyone perfectly, but in the sense that no matter if I've gained a few pounds, or lost a few pounds, they always fit me just right. They're that one pair of jeans that we all have, that no matter what is going on in my life, I can slip them on and revel in how great my ass looks in them. I warned you I was a clothes whore. You probably wanted to know where I write, how I edit and all that technical stuff and all I want to do is talk about my jeans. I either write at the dining room table or on the couch, that's pretty much it. I can usually finish one of my short stories in a few hours if nobody calls or distracts me. I try to limit my intake to a glass and a half, two glasses of wine tops. It loosens me up a bit, helps me forget my everyday troubles. If everything in my life is pretty much chill at the moment and the scene I'm writing is steamy enough, I'll inevitably end up on the couch. God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. My process does have a somewhat quirky aspect to it. Almost everything I've ever written has started out as a scribbled sentence on a scrap piece of paper. The back of a receipt or the tab of a friends cigarette pack is where most of my stories take their first breath of air. Rarely, if ever am I in the vicinity of a notebook when an idea hits me. I have a stack of blank notebooks in my desk drawer with blank, crisp untouched pages and I have a drawer full of crumpled receipts and scrap pieces of paper with one or two lines on them. The idea for one of my All Access Pass stories literally came to me when I was at dinner with my parents one night. "I already paid for it, Honey," my dad said when I reached for the bill. "I know, Dad. Just want to write this down before I forget." I have that receipt in that messy drawer still, with, "The first time I heard Stone Carlson sing, was also the first time I ever felt wet.", scribbled on the back of it. Try having dinner with your parents with that line running through your head the whole time.

Sable: Do you enjoy connecting with your readers?

Ciara: Nobody has really reached out to me yet. I've had a couple guys email me, but as a fellow writer of erotic literature, I don't have to tell you what those emails were like.

Sable: What's the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?

Ciara: Wow! Loaded question. Believe it or not, I'm actually kind of shy, but I'll share something with you. When I was 9, my mother caught me playing doctor with a boy. Not terribly embarrassing is it? Ohhhh,  I probably shouldn't tell you this, but the boy was my cousin. Wait! In my defence, we'd only met once in our lives and we were like 5 years old and the truth is, I didn't know he was my cousin when he was examining me. It was all sort of innocent. I mean, I kind of knew what was going on, but not really, if you know what I mean. To this day the fact that it was my cousin just mortifies me. And now I've gone and told you and your countless legions of readers, so just great. Smooth move, Ciara.

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The excerpt below is from and the link for that is on Amazon

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From Classroom Confessions: Book 2

 Teacher Scores

“So you used to teach grade eight?” I asked when I was unable to locate yet another quote.

Wendy flipped the page on the test in her hand and looked at me. “Yes, and grade three before that.”

She told me her whole teaching history; told me that she understood how hard it was to get her foot in the door like it had been for me.

“It was part of the reason I gave you the job,” Wendy said. “I remember that feeling; getting turned away at every interview. Except I think it was a little different for you, you didn’t get hit on and then rejected when you refused to accompany your new prospective boss to dinner."

I laughed. "No. I went out with mine when she asked.”

Wendy joined in the laughter. “That’s right. You did.”

We both fell into a hysterical laughing fit and when that had passed, we talked some more. Even though we had both stopped working, it was nice to sit there and talk with her without having to worry about hiding my raging hard-on.

“I feel like a cup of coffee,” Wendy said.  She was already getting up out of her seat, heading for the door with my coffee mug in her hand.

“Sounds good.” I went back to looking things up on my laptop.

I was making progress. With any luck, we would be done before our mugs were empty and I could get my long weekend under way.

The blinds shot up and crashed against the window. I looked away from the computer screen, it had grown significantly darker outside and I could hear the faint rumble of thunder off in the distance. Now I really needed to get out of here before the rain started. I turned back to the screen and got down to work.

A minute later I heard the door open and Wendy walk in. The door slammed shut and when I turned my chair to see her, she was standing a few feet away, holding the bottom of her white shirt away from her body.

“I’m all wet,” she said, looking at me with her big blue eyes.

My eyes were still a bit out of focus from all the computer time and when they readjusted, they followed her up from the floor, tracing a path up the rain darkened thighs of her jeans, across the damp fabric of her now practically see-through white shirt; it was the first time I’d noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark nipples were rockhard, almost tearing through the fabric. I lingered there for a few more moments, unable to tear my eyes off of her tits. The words suck, lick, fondle kept flashing across my mind and when I looked up at her face finally, her hair was a sopping mess, a clump of her blonde locks stuck to the side of her face just below her cheekbone.

That not-so-hard cock from earlier was gone now, in its place was the biggest erection I had ever had. I was so hard it almost hurt and I didn’t try to hide it when I readjusted my cock.

Wendy walked over to me slowly. As her nipples got closer, my mouth started to water. She stepped in between me and the desk and hopped up onto it, her perfect ass making a loud thud as she settled in. She wiggled her ass back and forth. I heard her shoe hit the floor and her bare foot was in my lap a second later, massaging my aching hard-on.

I put my hands on the arms of my chair and leaned back. “Umm-hmmmm,” I sighed.

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

Hello everything. Martin Crosbie  invited me to participate. If you haven’t read his MY TEMPORARY LIFE, you really need to. It is a bestselling novel that amassed many 5 star reviews and brought its author much recognition. He is about to release the sequel and I, for one, can hardly wait. By the way – the book title is – MY NAME IS HARDLY.

I would like to introduce you to my newest work.

You can find it in the book section of my website.

Ten Interview Questions for The Next Big Thing:

What is the working title of your book?

The title of my new book is “I’LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS”.

Where did the idea come from for the book?

I’ll See You In My Dreams is the fifth installment in the Hell Yeah! series. As I write the story of the McCoy family and their friends, the individual characters begin to haunt me, I guess you could say. They each have a story to tell and Zane being blind and wanting to be loved just tugged at my heart, so he got his own book. His heroine, Presley, isn’t perfect either. But Zane sees only beauty, for he looks at her through the eyes of love. It’s a touching story and also has more on the McCoy family and lots of hot sex. Ha! 

What genre does your book fall under?

My book is an erotic romance – a full length romance with laughter and tears and plot twists, but it takes you behind the bedroom door.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? –

Zane is gorgeous – dark hair, scruff of sexy beard and a body to die for . . . . let me see – I would ask Joe Manganiello to star as Beau and Presley would be played by Sarah Shahi of Fairly Legal fame.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

Zane Saucier is a cowboy, a horse whisperer, a brilliant attorney - and he's blind. Nothing seems beyond his reach, but love. Presley has a mountain of her own to climb; she's not perfect either, but she does teach Zane one valuable lesson: no eye sees as clearly as the heart.

More than one sentence – I know – but – oh well.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

This book will be self-published. I have 7 traditionally published and 7 self-published. I like to have control.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

I write fast, as long as I’m in the right frame of mind. The first draft of “I’ll See You In My Dreams” took two months to complete.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

My Hell Yeah! series is similar to Lorelei James’ books.

Who or What inspired you to write this book?

What inspired me to write this book was a young girl that I knew who had a cleft lip. I saw how reticent she was to meet anyone’s gaze and how she was always left to one side. After I had created Zane’s character, I thought how special it would be if he fell in love with someone who thought they were unlovable and then let him make her feel like the most special woman in the world.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

I have included the McCoy’s of Tebow ranch and their ups and downs in this story, especially Aron’s disappearance. There is also the introduction of a group of new characters who will enrich the series. Since Zane is blind, it gave a whole different perspective to everything – I had to use his other senses, it made the sex really challenging to write.

Zane also has a guide dog and a guide horse – so I worked in the cowboy angle. He raises registered cattle and shelters abused horses. I fell in love with Zane.

Here’s an excerpt - - 

Presley dressed for Zane. She knew it didn’t make any sense, but she did. Today, she wore her version of a power suit she had purchased at a second-hand store. It was appropriate office attire, but she felt comfortable in it. The pants were linen and the top was silk. Presley preferred feminine clothes with soft lines and softer fabrics. With her coloring, she usually chose jewel tones. A short jacket completed her deep blue ensemble. As usual, she avoided looking in the mirror. Even when she put on make-up, she glanced up or concentrated on just one feature at a time. Pink lip gloss was her only choice of make-up for her mouth, anything that would draw attention to her problem was avoided – so no bright colors, just the barest hint of pink.

What would today bring? She had spent a couple of hours the night before reading everything she could find about Zane online; about his family, about the firm and the cases they had handled. She had felt respect for the man, before – but now she felt awe. Time after time he had taken on people’s problems, represented the underdog, stood between hopeless situations and lost causes. She knew there were some people who practiced law to make money – and apparently he did, but he had high standards and a big heart and Presley wanted to be a part of his life so bad she could taste it.

But she also saw photo after photo of him with beautiful women hanging on his arm. Just this past weekend he had been a part of the McCoy wedding held at Tebow Ranch. Everyone knew who the McCoys were – and everyone was beginning to know the Saucier brothers. Zane wasn’t married, but it was obvious he could have any woman he wanted. So what would he want with her?

Zane would never want her for her looks or be attracted to her – but he could need her. So as Presley prepared for her second day of work at Saucier and Barclay, she prepared to make herself indispensable to one handsome lawyer with a heart of gold.

When she arrived at the office, it was a little different than the day before. Presley didn’t wait to be shown in, nor did she linger at the front desk, rather she went right into the big boss’ inner sanctum – just like she belonged. Without hesitation, she threw herself into the task. Glancing through his calendar, she got everything ready.

Looking around the office, she checked everything out. His computer was on. His water pitcher was full. The blinds were cracked at just the angle she had noticed they were at yesterday. What else? Presley’s eyes roved the room – ah, the ivy! Yesterday she had noticed it and wondered whose responsibility it was to keep it watered. As no one had – she supposed it might be hers. It was a beautiful display and very real as she could tell from the one or two partially yellowed leaves. Finding a watering can, she pulled a chair over near the window. A shelf over the top held the spreading green vine. But it was high – and she had on high heels. So she had to be careful.

Stretching up, she almost had it. Dang! If she were only a little taller, biting her lip, Presley gave it everything she had – and slipped. “Ratz!” she squealed and tumbled backwards – right into Zane Saucier’s arms.

“Gotcha!” He had walked in and after listening for a few seconds, he had known exactly what she was doing. But instead of scaring her, he had placed himself near in case she fell. Talk about something being in the right place at the right time! Now, he didn’t have to wonder what kind of body Miss Presley had, because he held it to his own – intimately. Not being able to see, he had grasped her wherever he could to ensure she hadn’t slipped to the hard floor. One hand splayed over her lower abdomen, her hips ground back into his groin. The other hand cupped one luscious breast like it was made for it – and perhaps it had been – because Zane had never known anything that had felt so right. She was soft, curvy, rounded in all the right places – Miss Presley Grace Love was the perfect armful. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Presley managed to whisper. “I’m sorry, I landed on you.”

“I’m not, I’m glad I was here to catch you.” And he wasn’t letting her go very fast. Her breathing was fast and shallow. Zane did move his hands to slightly less conspicuous spots; he had no intention of embarrassing her. But he did enjoy the feel of her in his arms. “You shouldn’t have climbed up there like that, it’s dangerous. We have people to water the plants with long wands and proper tools.”

“Sorry,” she managed to apologize. “I thought I was helping.”

“It’s okay, no harm done. I’m just glad I walked in at just the right moment.” He had to smile; she just made him happy. And he needed that. The last twenty-four hours had been full of nothing but worry. First the brucellosis scare had thrown him for a loop and then had come the run-in with the cougar. Rex was going to be okay, but the vet had insisted on keeping him for a day for stitches and antibiotics, and then he would probably need some recuperation time. There had been no life-threatening injuries, but the lab had come away with some deep scratches and a few bite marks. So for the first time in a long time, Zane was having to get around on his own with one of the despicable canes that Margaret had hated so.

“Me, too,” she conceded. Letting out a deep breath, it occurred to her that she hadn’t moved. She was still lounging in his arms like she was at home, there. Good grief! What he must be thinking! “Sorry,” she managed to begin pulling her body away from his. It was hard. She felt entirely too comfortable there. “I need to move.”

“Quit apologizing. Holding you wasn’t a hardship.”

Presley blushed. Zane couldn’t see, thank goodness.

Stepping back, she noticed Zane’s tie was crooked. “May I?” she touched his chest. “Your tie needs straightening.”

“Okay,” he readily agreed. “I thought I was all spiffed up.”

He held up his head and stood still while she rearranged and tightened it a bit. Being this close to him made her quiver. There was no doubt in her mind that her head would rest naturally against his chest. At this angle, Presley could gaze at his face – the strong jaw, the kissable cleft in his chin. “Smile for me,” she requested before thinking.

“Why?” he asked but he smiled and she had to laugh a bit.

“I knew it. You have dimples,” and she touched the one on the right side with her index finger.

“Turn-about is fair play; let me touch your face so I can ‘see’ you.”

He lifted his hands and Presley panicked. “No!” she almost shouted and backed up, catching her heel on the leg of a chair and sitting down hard.

“Presley!” Zane bent over and held out his hand, feeling for her. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” she said with a resigned embarrassed tone. “I just landed hard on my bottom. I’m fine.”

“I didn’t mean to frighten you; I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.”

He sounded so contrite that Presley felt ashamed. “It wasn’t you, I’m . . .” The phone rang and she breathed a sigh of relief – saved by the bell. “Let me get that, excuse me.” She jumped up and went for the phone.

“Hello?” she asked breathlessly.

Zane was a bit confused. Her reaction to his request to touch her had been so unexpected.



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Dirk Tyler & Kameron Brook

Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, have decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburban neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame or mundane, a fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
Sable: It is my privilege today to interview and introduce you to Kameron Brooke. She is married to the love of her life, Dirk Tyler. And I want them to tell their story in their own words.
Sable: Tell us a little bit about yourself and Dirk. When did you start writing?
Kam: Dirk and I have been married for 14 years but together for 17. We have two wonderful children who monopolize much of our free time, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.
We didn’t start writing until a couple of years ago. He was the first one to submit and get published. “Voyeur” was an instant hit. After much thought, I took his advice and decided to submit a story of my own. “Girls’ Night Out” was picked up on the first try and has become a lesbian best seller.
After we both had one story under our belt by the same publisher, the owner asked if we’d consider collaborating on one. She said we sounded so much alike and knew it’d be a hit. We discussed it at length and said, “What the hell, let’s go for it.” We pondered ideas and “New Beginnings” was created.
S: Do you write together or separate and how does your writing styles differ?
K: For the most part, we write together now. The only exception is when a F/F story idea comes to mind.  Those usually come to me, not him. We do prefer to write as a team though. It keeps the fires burning to discuss and possibly act out certain sections.
S: Tell us about your favorite of the books you have written?
K: I loved writing them all; however, “Girls’ Night Out” will always have a soft spot in my heart. Neeka and Emily gave me my first break into the publishing world.
S: What are your writing habits? (I write from a recliner most of the time)
K: I’m usually sitting cross-legged on the sectional with Dirk’s robe on….just like now. 
S: Who has been your favorite character that you’ve created?
K: Emily is my favorite because I’m truly a fan of yoga. I try to keep my body limber with a few poses several nights a week.
S: Do you have a philosophy of life?
K: Do what you love and do it often because if you don’t, you’ll always wonder what if. When I’m on my last breath, I don’t want to think “Damn, why didn’t I do such and such.”
S: Where can we find you – blogs, links, facebook?
Blog: http://dirktyler.blogspot.com
Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam
(Goodreads' links):
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S: My writing is mostly fantasy except for the insecurities and the humor. How much does your writing reflect your lifestyle?
K: Dirk and I incorporate real life experiences into each story. We never divulge which parts are true though. We also attempt to include some humor into each story because we feel couples who laugh together, stay together.
S: What’s your favorite thing to eat in the whole world?  How about Dirk?
K: Oh my goodness, Taco Bell all the way! I joke all the time I’m writing to earn enough money for my own franchise. Dirk, he loves pizza and a good burger with an egg on it.
S: What would your dream vacation be like?
K: I’d love to spend a month traveling Europe.
S: I intend to write a ménage someday and call it DOUBLE TROUBLE. Can you tell us your views of ménage and what you consider to be the benefits of a lifestyle that offers such luscious adventure?  Also tell us about a ménage story you’ve written.
K: Our latest story, “Welcome to the Neighborhood” was in fact a ménage. It’s about two men, Miguel and Whit, who are in a relationship together but are both eyeing their neighbor, Meaghan. We wrote the story because we are open to others being in the bedroom with us. Now ménage isn’t for everyone. A couple must have a strong relationship because jealousy can be a bitch. It can destroy a partnership. My advice to those looking to step into this lifestyle - really discuss with your partner what each is seeking, fears they might have, and lay out ground rules so no feelings/hearts are broken.
Rule examples:
No sex with the third person unless the both partners are present, condoms worn at all times, and STD screenings. 
Yes, Dirk and I believe in safety first – pleasure second.
S: Where can we find your books?
“Voyeur” – Dirk : Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Are, and Changeling Press.
“Girls Night Out- Kam: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Are, and Changeling Press.
“New Beginnings” – Dirk and Kam collaboration: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Are, and Changeling Press.
“Welcome to the Neighborhood” - Dirk and Kam collaboration: Only at Changeling Press (for now)
S: I dream of being in a submissive lifestyle. Tell us how BDSM affects your writing?
K: We haven’t written a story entailing that lifestyle yet. It’s on our writing wish list though. As for us personally, Dirk is the dominant one unless another woman is involved. Then, I’m usually the dominant one. It’s more of getting her comfortable before he joins us. 
S: What kind of music turns you on? Do you play music while you write?
K: I listen to everything from classic rock to swing. The only thing that kills my writing mood is country. Sorry to those who like it. No disrespect intended. It’s just not my cup of tea.
S: I’m an animal person. Do you have a pet? And if you do what kind is it?
K: We have one VERY fat cat, Chester. Yes, he was named after the chip. 
S: Where do you see your writing career this time next year? Do you have any plans that we should know about?
K: I hope to have a couple more stories under our belt with plans to meet fans at a couple events. What I would love to see is Dirk and I to attend an event and someone ask for our autograph. Since we don’t have print books out yet, we would gladly sign breasts or an ass. (hairless, of course)
S: Is there anything else that we need to know about Dirk and Kam?
K: We are simple, ordinary people who live a quiet life until the kiddos go to bed. Then, we unleash our naughty side in and out of the bedroom. God, our neighbors have no clue who they are living by and that just cracks us the hell up.
S: Please share with us a list of your books, covers, and an excerpt or two.
K: Sure!
Contact info:
Blog: http://dirktyler.blogspot.com
Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam
(Goodreads' links):
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
 
 
 “New Beginnings” (MF) Dirk Tyler and Kameron Brook
Eileen and Mitch have a happy marriage, but they've decided it's time to spice things up. Ashley and Travis seem like the perfect match.
 
(Purchase link)
1.) http://changelingpress.com/product.ph...
2.) http://www.allromanceebooks.com/produ...
3.) http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/new-b...
4.) http://www.amazon.com/New-Beginnings-...
 
Excerpt:
While Eileen and Mitch lay together in bed, their hunger sated for the moment, Eileen thought it was time to mention a fantasy she had yet to fulfill. Her fingernail, a kaleidoscope of shimmering colors, drew lazy circles around Mitch's nipple. "Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have a threesome?"
 
Mitch's fingers meticulously worked through Eileen's tangled locks. The strands proved stubborn, just like his insatiable wife. "With another woman, or a man?"
 
Eileen smiled against Mitch's chest, both at his question and at the hardened nipple. "Either, actually."
 
"I've thought about it on more than one occasion. The thought of watching your mouth buried between the legs of a curvy brunette or redhead has given me several wet dreams. Hell, babe, it's almost enough to get me hard right now," Mitch said with a devilish grin.
 
Eileen lifted the sheet that barely covered Mitch's cock and laughed. "Almost enough? Sweetie, your cock is almost at full mast, which I'll happily take advantage of right now." Slowly drawing her leg across Mitch's midsection, she rubbed the crown of his dick against her clit, enticing her sex and preparing it to take his full bounty. "So what about adding another man into the mix? Have you dreamed of this type of ménage a trois?"
 
Mitch felt his cock coming back to life. With his wife, it only took a look, a single touch, and the blood directed its course from his brain to his dick. Even though he'd emptied his cum into her a few minutes before, his body was revved and ready to go another round. Hell, if she massaged his cock any longer between her slick lips, he wouldn't last two minutes once he sank into her warm pussy. "Eileen, stop teasing my cock and ride me, already. You're killing me here."
 
She ground her mound against his dick, lubricating it with the juices still dripping out. "Will you answer me, then?" she retorted with a smile.
 
Mitch's face strained to hold in the excitement from the feeling of her arousal moistening his dick. He tried to shift his thoughts to sports, movies, work -- anything to help keep his load from spilling prematurely. He tightened his grip on her hips, attempting to push them lower. "Yes, yes, fuck yes, anything to get that hot pussy on my cock."
 
Rising up, she teased his cock with the opening to her pussy, then sank down hard. She continued this torturous move to let Mitch know what he'd be missing if he reneged on his promise.
 
Eileen worked her hips in slow, tight circles. The motion was torturing her as much as him, but she wouldn't allow herself to increase her speed until he started talking. "You better start spilling or I'll be tempted to hop off and pleasure myself in front of you as punishment for welching on our deal."
 
Mitch placed a firm hand behind her neck and pulled her chest to his. Holding her there, he whispered into her ear, his voice trembled as he began to disclose his oldest and most personal secret to his lover...
S: Thank you so much. I look forward to getting to know you well.
K: I had a great time answering your questions and look forward to our next chat session. Mucho love and thanks!