Interview with Uvi Poznansky

Interview withUvi PoznanskyAuthor of The Music of Us(Included in A Touch of Passion)
For the longest time I avoided writing a romance novel. Why? Because unwittingly, I thought it was formulaic: All love stories are the same, are they not? Boy and girl fall in love, a major obstacle arises to separate them, and in the end they overcome it and live happily ever after. So out of fear to be bored by a cookie-cutter kind of a story, I turned to other genres, which I love: historical fiction (which taught me how to research the era and introduce authentic detail into the story), horror (which allows me to describe the scene sensually and put you in the skin of the character), and poetry (which is dear to me, as I love weighing the impact of each sentence, each word, and set them to rhythm.)
But lately I found myself gravitating toward romance. I discovered that my heart quickens with the passion of my characters. And contrary to my own belief, I could now see that there is not a dull moment in the story, because it is enriched by the histories of characters I have created earlier in the series. So to me, they are real!
In my novel, Apart From Love, set in 1980, the father, Lenny, is seen from his son’s point of view, and the mother, Natasha, is utterly silent and has no voice of her own. I asked myself, how does reality look from their point of view?
And so, The Music of Us takes Lenny and Natasha back to 1970 and then  leaps a full generation back, to 1941, to the beginning of their love story.
Let me share an excerpt with you:
“Here, I brought you a little something,” I said, presenting the chocolate box I had bought for her. She found it charming. I opened it. Inside were Liliput confections in red, pink, green, and black, each one hand-made: whipped, rolled, filled and ornamented. We looked at each other, wishing to surrender to temptation and at the same time trying to resist it, because at first glance, these sweets were too precious to eat. But this craving was stronger than both of us, and the only question was, would she yield to it before I did? And another thing: how long could I hold myself back from making love to her?Natasha leaned closer to me with a playful glint in her eye and reached over to pick a miniature chocolate ball, which she let melt on her tongue. She gave away a little moan, as if her delight came from the gut and couldn’t be expressed in mere words. Now I could see not only the edge of her camisole, which cast a lacy shadow over her skin, but also one of her breasts, all the way down to the hard nipple. Out of excitement I rose to my feet and with a single thrust, tore the comforter away. It dropped to the floor behind me. Natasha rolled away to the other side of the bed, her sweater blouse loosening off one shoulder. Then she came back to hold out a chocolate-covered marzipan ball before me, so I might bite into it. Instead I kissed her fingers, relishing the taste.In her pleasure she could not help but utter a little sigh and let go of the delicacy. Slightly melted, it slipped from her hand onto the sheet, leaving a dark, aromatic stain. “Have another one,” she murmured, eyes closed. “It’s you I want,” I whispered, ever so softly, in her ear. From there I explored her, stroke by stoke, from the long line of her neck down to her waist and around the mound of her hips, as if she were a landscape with hills and molten rock: quiet in some areas, explosive in others. When I reached the valley she erupted in a cry. I drew her into my arms, my body coming and going of its own accord.
Buy Links:
The Music of Us        Kindle, Nook, Apple, Kobo, printApart from Love         Kindle, Nook Apple, Kobo, printaudioRise to Power           Kindle, Nook, Apple, Kobo print audio A Peek at Bathsheba          Kindle, Nook, Apple, Kobo print audioThe Edge of Revolt     Kindle, Nook, Apple, Kobo printA Touch of Passion
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