Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Blog Tour ~ Beautifully Chaotic by Natalie Barnes

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These lies… don’t seem to hurt.
Bend this soul, down to the earth
Why try… to feel the sting
It only, causes burn…
Wash away… all this dirt
Only me, is all who knows
Fading far, never be heard
And I try, God have I tried
To live again
With peace… in my own soul
That’s desperately, begging for the end.
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Natalie Barnes is the Amazon International Bestselling author of Everything I Want, Everything I Need, and Everything I Have. She is Native American and grew up on the Bay Mills Indian Reservation in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
Natalie spent most of her twenties working in an accounting department as a bookkeeper before she decided to pursue her passion and write full time.
Natalie likes to write with a wicked desire to push her readers to a provocative edge. She is inspired to write by listening to music, which she believes is an influential part of the creative process in her writing.
She still resides in Michigan with her family.
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Pre-order Tour Bad Boys After Dark Mick by Melissa Forster

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The Bad Boys are a series of stand-alone romances that may also be enjoyed as part of the larger Love in Bloom series.
Indulge your inner vixen... You asked for naughtier lovers, with the same fierce loyalty as The Bradens - Meet the Bad Boys... Four sinfully sexy, uber alpha brothers, about to fall head over heels for their leading ladies.
Everything's naughtier after dark... Amanda Jenner is done being a boring-man magnet and has finally taken control of her love life. As any smart paralegal would, she's researched the hell out of how to seduce a man. She's waxed, primped, and ready to put her newfound skills into action--and a masquerade bar crawl is the perfect venue for her solo coming-out party.
Entertainment attorney Mick Bad lives by two hard and fast rules. He never mixes business with pleasure, and he doesn't do relationships, which makes the anonymity of a masquerade bar crawl the perfect place for a onetime hookup.
Amanda thinks she's hit the jackpot when she bags a tall, dark, and sinfully delicious masked man--until she discovers the man she's made out with is her off-limits boss. Mick's already crossed a line he can never uncross, and one taste of sweet and sexy Amanda has only whet his appetite. When Mick offers to give Amanda a lesson in seduction--no strings, no regrets, and for goodness' sake, come Monday, no quitting--the tables turn, and Mick's totally unprepared for the lessons this sweet temptress provides.
*** BAD BOYS AFTER DARK Mick Dylan (releasing Dec 21st - pre-order here) Carson (coming soon) Brett (coming soon)
More After Dark books: WILD BOYS AFTER DARK (Available Now!) Logan Heath Jackson Cooper
The AFTER DARK series are part of the LOVE IN BLOOM big family romance collection. Each book may be read as a stand-alone novel, or as part of the series.
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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary CafĂ© and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.
Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.
Visit Melissa on social media. Melissa enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups, and welcomes an invitation to your event.
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★#BlogTour★ Pay For Play by Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm @VictoriaAauthor @hilary_storm

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Title: Pay for Play
Series: Alphachat.com
Author: Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 6, 2016
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Alphachat.com – That’s all the info you need to get off in the privacy of your own home, car or hell… even in a public fucking library.
Whatever gets you wet.
I never expected a million-dollar business to come out of touching myself on camera, but when you add in nine of your best guys, the women become hungry and the money begins flowing faster than you can spend it.
You want to see me take my shirt off, I’ll strip it off nice and slow, making you sweat in anticipation.
You want to see me touch my dick, I’ll stroke every hard inch of it, getting you off before you can even feel it creeping up on you.
Your money.
Your Alpha.
Your demand.
Now I just hope playing for her on camera will pay off enough for me to claim her outside of the computer screen.

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The email came in at three o’clock today, letting me know that Lynx Kade has an opening tonight at midnight and I have until eleven thirty to confirm or deny.
      “Shit, what do I do?” I look up at the clock to see that I have less than five minutes to make my decision.
      My whole body is screaming to click the accept button, but my head is telling me that this whole thing is crazy… and dirty.
      Extremely dirty… but exciting. I need excitement.
      Swallowing, I make a rash decision, knowing that time is running out and I have no clue if I’ll get another opportunity if I decline.
      Remi made it very clear that this Lynx guy has a waiting list and can sometimes take weeks or even months to get a private session.
      He has to be good. At least for my aching body’s sake; let’s hope.
      Hitting accept, I fight to catch my breath the whole time, while typing in my credit card info. I can’t believe that I’m actually paying $700 for fifteen minutes of play with some guy.
      “I’m insane. I have to be.”
      Quickly shutting down the desktop computer, I rush to my room for privacy and take a seat at my desk, opening up my laptop and starting it.
      Reaching for my bottle of water, I undo the lid and take a huge gulp, while logging back into the site and watching as the minutes countdown to midnight.
      The closer it gets to midnight, the dirtier, but more excited I feel.
      I can’t deny that it gives me a rush, knowing that I’m about to watch some stranger touch himself for me.
      “Oh fuck… Oh fuck.” I suck in a deep breath once it counts down to the last minute. “I’m really doing this.”
      In a panic, I double check to make sure that I have both the volume and the screen turned off so I can stay completely anonymous.
      I calm down a little and take a deep breath in just enough time for a picture to come up on the screen of a black, leather couch.
      After a few seconds, a hard, muscled body appears in front of the screen, before my boss’ face comes into view.
      “Oh my fucking God!” My hands go up to cover my mouth as I watch him adjust his computer, before taking a seat on the couch.  I can’t believe my boss does this on the side and that I’m about to see everything he has to offer.
      He’s wearing a black V-neck shirt that is clinging to every muscle and a pair of sweats, showing off his muscular thighs. His hair is messy and he looks so damn good that I want to taste him.
      “I see you’re a first timer,” his husky voice comes through, making my thighs clench. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
      “I’m not doing this. I’m not doing this.” I begin typing, unable to stop myself. “I am doing this… I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
      Badgirl@heart- Take your shirt off, please.
      A sexy smirk appears on his face. “No need to be nice.”
      Standing up, he grips the back of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head, exposing the sexiest, firmest chest I’ve ever laid eyes on.
      “Oh. My. God.”
      Tossing his shirt aside, he lifts a brow and lowers the waist of his sweats, just enough to expose the very defined muscles, leading down to the bulge that I’ve been dying to see.  My eyes are glued to the tattoos across his lower stomach as I lean closer to read, “Veni.  Vidi.  Vici.”  I know exactly what that means.  I came.  I saw.  I conquered.  Holy fuck that’s hot.
      “What now, BadGirl@heart? You going to show me just how fucking bad you can be?”
      My heart’s beating so damn hard as I type this next part, that I have to erase it a few times and rewrite it because I keep messing up.
      BadGirl@heart- Slowly run your hands down your abs and then lower your sweats.
      “So bad girl likes it slow… and hopefully hard.”
      Starting with his defined chest, he slowly and teasingly runs his hands down his body, going lower until he reaches his abs.  He then grips the top of his sweats, teasing me and making me go crazy for him to hurry up and just lower them out of the damn way.
      I’m practically sitting on top of my laptop at this point, licking the damn screen.
      His body is even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Every dip of muscles has me aching to run my lips over it.
      Sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, he pulls it into his mouth and slides it between his teeth, while lowering his sweats enough to see that he’s not wearing anything beneath.
      I instantly start fanning myself off, while watching him lower it further down to expose the base of his thick, hard shaft.
      “There’s not much stopping you from seeing my cock now. It’s already hard and waiting for you to tell me what to do with it.”
      “Oh my fucking… oh shit. I’m about to see my boss’ dick. This is against all the fucking rules, but I want it so bad.”
      BadGirl@heart- Take your sweats off. I want to see you touch your dick for me.
       I can’t believe I’m doing this or that I just said that to him.
      Smiling big now, he turns the other way and lets his sweats lower to his feet, giving me a full on view of his very sexy, muscular ass.
      I see him move his legs, stepping out of his sweats, before he kicks them aside. Then he squirts something in his hand and his arms move as if he’s stroking himself. His muscles flex and so do mine as I watch him.
      “Hope you’re naked by this point. If not…” he lets out a husky laugh. “You’re going to want to be.”
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Victoria Ashley

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Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Supernatural and The Walking Dead.

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Hilary Storm

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Hilary Storm lives with her high school sweetheart and three children in Oklahoma. She drives her husband crazy talking about book characters everyday like they are real people. She graduated from Southwestern Oklahoma State University with an MBA in Accounting and has a full time job as an accountant. Her passions include being a mom, writing, reading, photography, music, mocha coffee, and spending time with friends and family. She is the author of the International Best Selling 'Rebel Walking' Series, Bryant Brothers Series, Inked Brothers Series, Six and co-author of The Elite Forces Series book Ice! Sign up for her newsletter here: http://goo.gl/forms/d0UON5HIUC

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BLOG TOUR The Sleeping Serpent by Luna Saint Claire

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As arousing as 50 Shades, twisted as Gone Girl, and tortured as Wuthering Heights

Whether by free will or fate, Luna’s encounter with Nico provokes a storm that shatters her perceptions of identity, duty, morality, and self-worth. The storm didn’t blow in from the outside. She was the storm. Its turbulence within her, forcing her to confront the darkness, uncovers her secrets and her pain.

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Luna Saint Claire has a loving husband and an enviable career as a Hollywood costume designer. Still, something is gnawing at her. Bored with her conventional and circumscribed existence, she feels herself becoming invisible. When she meets Nico Romero, a charismatic yoga guru, his attentions awaken her passions and desires. Dangerous, but not in a way that scares her, he makes her feel as if anything is possible. Infatuated, she becomes entangled in Nico’s life as he uses his mesmerizing sexuality to manipulate everyone around him in his pursuit of women, wealth, and celebrity.
Immensely erotic and psychologically captivating, The Sleeping Serpent is the compelling story of a woman’s obsession with a spellbinding guru and the struggle to reclaim her life. At its heart, it is a painfully beautiful exposition of unconditional love that makes us question what we truly want.
Luna Saint Claire is a costume designer and author residing in Los Angeles with her husband, a philosophy professor. She loves blues rock and Indie music, often setting her Pandora station to Damien Rice. Her personal style can best be described as eclectic bohemian. Though she now enjoys running and yoga, she spent years of her youth in the ballet studio. Her part Native American heritage informs her work as a designer and influences her storytelling.

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Chapter 25: Nico & Élodie — The Persian Gulf

   Nico sat pensively staring at the huge full moon growing larger as it sank closer to the horizon. As she watched him, a slight shudder ran up her spine. Nico must have sensed it, because he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she sighed as they gazed out over the Persian Gulf.

   


As the moon set and darkness overtook them, Nico began idly coiling a tendril of her hair around his finger. In anticipation, Élodie involuntarily trembled under his touch. Nuzzling his face into her neck, Nico moved against her, closing the space between them. Lifting her chin, he pressed his lips to hers in a warm, soft, lingering kiss. Tentatively, he nibbled provocatively at her lips, gently teasing out kisses. Cupping her face with his hands, he slowly pulled on her lower lip, coaxing her mouth open. Then, running the tip of his tongue lightly over her lips, he pulled her closer to his chest, entwining his fingers into her hair. Melting into him while his tongue swept slowly over the inside of her lower lip, Élodie's breath quickened, as she became awash in sensation. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he swiveled it around hers in a devilish dance with deeper and harder strokes until she was breathless. She had never been kissed that passionately before, sending tremors throughout her body. Hungrily, he devoured her mouth, then kissed her jaw, running his teeth along it as he moved his lips down her neck, his tongue flicking the sensitive hollow in her clavicle. Purring, he murmured, "So beautiful."
   Ă‰lodie gasped, letting out a little cry, somewhere between pain and ecstasy. Nico trailed his hands down over her breasts. Her hard nipples grew longer as they strained under the tissue-thin fabric. Panting, her full breasts heaved over the dĂ©colletage of the lace dress as he kissed a trail down to the space between them. Enraptured, Élodie sighed and breathed his name, "Nico..."
   He tore his mouth from hers and Élodie cried out in near agony.
   "Come with me." Nico's eyes locked with hers.
   She had no ability or desire to refuse his command. Her body craved his, and even her soul was compelled. Picking up her sandals by the ankle strap, she held Nico's hand as they moved quickly back to the hotel and into the elevator.
   Nico was in the Pearl Room, with a terrace overlooking the tropical gardens, swimming pools, and the beach where they had just been sitting. He turned on the lamp at the writing desk and opened the sliding door to the terrace, allowing the warm night air in.
   "Élodie," he exhaled her name with a long sigh. "Even your name intoxicates me. Come here. The smell of you makes me drunk with desire."
   Ă‰lodie walked over to him, and sliding his arm around her waist, he pressed her body to his and kissed her deeply. His hands swept through her hair, then down her back as he pushed his hips into her. Finding the zipper on the back of her dress, he tugged it down with one hand while his free hand held her close. Maneuvering the dress off her shoulders, Élodie encircled his neck with her arms and helped by wriggling her hips, then stepped out of the dress. Standing in her bare feet she was just the right height, and Nico's mouth fell onto her neck, kissing down to the top of her black lace demi-cup bra as he cupped her buttocks.
   His hands covered her masterfully. There wasn't a part of her he didn't touch. Nuzzling his nose to her breast, he inhaled her, then gently lifted one breast from inside the cup of her bra. "Your skin smells sweet, like a flower. This tit is a precious jewel."
   He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it until it grew long and hard. Looking up at her, he said sweetly, "You are perfect, Élodie."
   Gazing into his eyes, Élodie was captivated by the glinting yellow flecks. Unable to break his gaze, she tentatively reached up to sweep the lock of hair from his eyes, then slowly unbuttoned his white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a stainless steel Breitling Navitimer chronograph on one wrist and braided leather and beaded bracelets covering the other. Shrugging the shirt off, he undid his pants. Stepping out of them, he tossed them onto the desk chair. His erection bulged under his grey boxer briefs, and he tore them off, releasing his hard-on. Élodie gasped slightly at the sight of his thick, ridged length.
   Nico pulled the plush golden bedspread off the king size bed, letting it spill to the floor, and guided Élodie, still wearing her bra and black lace thong, to the edge of the bed, then knelt on the floor in front of her. Leaning in, he kissed a path from her left knee up her thigh, to the top of her mound, then playfully flicked his tongue around and into her navel. She reached out for him, cupping his head in her hands in an attempt to bring his head back up. Refusing her, he ordered, almost gruffly, "Relax, Élodie, while I taste your sweetness."
   Restless, Élodie leaned back on her elbows and tried to breathe normally as she felt her heart racing, ready to explode.
   Kissing his way around her abdomen, he trailed his tongue down the inside of her right thigh. Her wetness growing, she squirmed and moaned in frustration. Taking his exploration of her very seriously, Nico massaged her pussy over the top of her thong, sweeping over her clit with his thumb to feel her heat.
   Ă‰lodie arched her back, letting out a whimper.
   Lifting the thong, he slipped one finger inside, pressing into the opening of her pussy, "Ah...you are dripping wet. I'm going to lap up all of your juices." He tugged the obstructing garment off, and placing his hands on her knees, spread them apart, splaying her open to him. Smiling, he commented admiringly, "I love to see a natural woman. It is very sexy. Not like a little girl." Her pubic hair framed the glistening pink flesh. Bowing his head, he leaned into her, licking a path to the mouth of her pussy, then running his tongue around her velvet folds and along the seam to the opening. When he probed the entrance with his tongue, Élodie's breath hitched, and groaning, she rose up to meet him as he darted his tongue in and out.
   He plunged his tongue deeper into her, hooking it upward to lap her juices as they flowed. Feeling her tension grow and her legs stiffening, he tore his mouth from her. Crying out, she reached up and laced his hair in her hands, trying to hold him to her. "Ne cessez pas! Please...don't stop," she begged.
   Cupping her buttocks in his hands, he nuzzled into her. "Shhhhhh, baby. Shhhhhh." The warmth of his breath so close to her pussy had her squirming.
   Ă‰lodie inhaled deeply, then let out a sigh and a small whimper. Nico flicked his tongue over her clitoris, then licked it tautly, sending shock waves through her body. Placing his mouth over the tender nub, he began sucking, pulling it between his lips. Arching up, she cried out his name. Never had she been tortured and ravaged in this way. As he nibbled and sucked on her nub, he inserted two fingers into her swollen, dripping pussy and began to fuck her, curling them upward and moving them in a come-hither motion over her G-spot. The juices ran down his fingers as he licked and sucked her clit. Her hips bucked and he felt her tightening—climbing higher. Panting, she begged, "Nico...please don't stop."
   "I love the way you taste, Élodie. You are a feast that I cannot get enough of."
   He couldn't wait much longer, and began sucking harder at her clit while his fingers worked their magic deep inside her pussy. He felt her go rigid, then shudder. She cried out, squirting into his hand as she came undone.
   "Ah, baby. I knew you would squirt for me. You were so ready."
   The intensity of her climax was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Never had she squirted while coming. She hadn't known it was possible.
   He knelt down in front of her. Spent, Élodie watched him take hold of his cock—his eyes dark, green pools that glowed from within as if projecting moonlight. Enrapt, he pulled his hand down toward the root and back over the tip, his fingers wrapped tightly around his width, until the head mushroomed and the veins were bulging.
   Her breath increased, and she could feel a tightening coil in her belly as he readied himself. Leaning up, he pressed the head of his dick to the entrance of her pussy, steadying her with his hands on her hips. She laced her arms around his shoulders, bracing for him. Slowly, but forcefully, he plunged into her glistening, wet pussy. Wrapping her legs tightly around him, she gasped as he hit the back of her. Still feeling the hypersensitivity from her orgasm, her pussy quivered as he filled her. Burying his head into her hair, his breath became ragged as he fucked her with a frenzied desire she had never felt before. Plunging over and over, he drove harder and deeper into her, growling in agony. Each time he hit that same swollen sensitive spot inside, her body quaked repeatedly, sending her rocketing up to meet him. She adored being possessed by this man as he powered into her with a fevered passion, claiming all of her. He grabbed her hair as he dove into her, and her eyes locked on his as she felt the rippling waves of another orgasm overtake her, watching the pain and pleasure on his face when he ejected hot jets of semen into her.
   Nico collapsed and lay with his dick inside her. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him to her as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Feeling his cock twitch, she clenched the muscles of her pussy to keep him inside. Fiddling with his hair, she wound the dark locks around her finger contentedly.
   Nico nuzzled his face into her neck. "I could stay inside you forever."
   Ă‰lodie wasn't sure how long they lay there together. Partially awake, she felt him move inside her. Then his lips found hers and their tongues clashed, pirouetting around each other. Élodie couldn't take her eyes off of his.
   "I can't get enough of you. I don't ever want to let you go, Élodie," he purred.
   They made love again—slowly, with much less urgency. Stroking her hair, he kissed her eyes, then her neck, down to her shoulders, as he moved his body in harmony with hers. They climaxed together; this time an endless, deep, pulsating unraveling within her. He did things to her body she had never felt before, and that she knew she would never find with anyone but Nico.
   In the morning, they stood on the terrace looking out over the lush gardens and blue water. Nico spoke sadly. "I only have a few more days here. I have to go back to L.A."
   Ă‰lodie leaned her head on his shoulder. "I know, baby. But I will come there next week. I have many clients in L.A. We can be together often, and you can meet me in Paris and Monaco."
   "I don't want you to see anyone else, Élodie. I want us to be together. "
   "Nico, I don't have anyone else. There is no one. I have never felt this way, and I have no need for anyone but you." Élodie couldn't believe her own words, but as she said them, she knew she spoke the truth to herself, and to Nico.
   "I can't stand the thought of not having you every day, touching your skin. And your smell...the way your pussy smells to me...it's intoxicating. You're like a drug that I must have every day. Come with me, Élodie. I can't leave you behind."
   "Nico, I will follow you. I have to go back to Monaco and finish up some business. Then I will come to L.A. in just a few days. You'll see."
   She turned to walk back into the room, and Nico caught her by the hand, drawing her to him in a lingering kiss.
   "I have to shower," Élodie murmured. "See," she said, pointing east, "I have to get over to the museum on Saadiyat Island for a meeting, and you are making me late." She laughed softly, reaching up to push his hair back off his face. "Don't you have someplace important to be?"
   Nico huffed, "I do..." but he left his destination unspoken. "A car is picking me up soon. So, yes, let's shower. And I will try to keep my hands off you!"
   Ă‰lodie cleared her throat mockingly, knowing neither of them would be able to control themselves.

The Bohemian Housewife - Interview by Zara Lathallan

In a previous interview you said that this story is a fictionalized account of what you experienced with a spellbinding yoga guru. After writing this book did you feel free in a spiritual level?
Suffering is an opportunity to grow emotionally and spiritually. A sociopath targets your vulnerability—the inner wound formed in childhood. They possess an ability to quickly identify the weakness and hook you by mirroring want you want to see and hear. In truth, we unconsciously call these relationships to us to heal that wound.
Nico recognized Luna's gap, her need for external validation, and provided just enough to keep her addicted to him. Through her suffering Luna divines that her value, her self-worth, has always been within her. The story is a journey of elucidation and self-discovery. I experienced it along with Luna the character.
How often do you think we come across these sociopaths?
I think that at some point in our lives we have all crossed paths with a narcissist or a sociopath. If you possess something they need, and they find your vulnerability, it will be difficult to escape their seduction. It is not necessarily a sexual seduction. They are charismatic and magnetic. They don't have to be physically attractive. They draw you in by offering you something you desire.
I am curious to know if some of these women are based off someone you know? I know as a writer you can find muses for characters.
The characters in my novel are all fictional. Many have characteristics of people I have met in my lifetime. I have done extensive research on the nature of sociopaths and there are several books I have read that inspired my story. Heathcliff, in Wuthering Heights influenced Nico's anger and abandonment issues. Anna Karenina's boredom and desire for passion in her life inspired feelings that Luna experiences.
Talking about Luna's marriage, why didn’t her husband play a bigger role in this story?
Tyler’s scenes in the story have great significance. He is the “Greek Chorus.” He tells the reader what Nico’s disorder is and about the myth of Chiron, the wounded healer. He, unlike Nico, does not control Luna, but guides her. He explains her addiction to Nico—he can't make her quit by forbidding her to see him because an addict has to want to be free. He shows her through his unconditional love the higher truth within her. He, as a philosophy professor, is the spiritual voice. What Luna seeks is not to be gained by searching elsewhere. There is no Wizard of Oz. True love, is a higher love than flattery. Desire is a longing for illusive outcomes. Passion is fleeting. Only unconditional love is eternal. This is illuminated by a verse from the Bhagavad Gita that I chose as the book’s epigraph. “All is clouded by desire: as fire by smoke, as a mirror by dust...through these it blinds the soul.”
This book is dark. Do you think that readers will fully understand the story?
From the reviews that I have been reading, I believe they do. The Sleeping Serpent is layered. There are erotic scenes which titillate some readers, and other’s gloss over because they are drawn to the deeper story. Some readers are horrified by Nico’s manipulation and control while others recognize his pain as they do Heathcliff’s. Some yell at Luna, as they might yell at Scarlett O’Hara or Anna Karenina, while they read and are relieved when she recognizes the imposter behind the curtain.
Alright, let’s have some fun questions. It was said that you are a successful Hollywood costume designer. Do you have any fashion tips for me *cough* *cough* I mean us?
A character’s wardrobe is based on many factors like what they are doing, where they are going, the time period and location. But, their personality, is the most important factor to determine their style. They have to feel comfortable, and “own it” so to speak. Otherwise they look like they are just wearing something that belongs to someone else. The same thing applies in real life. You should wear what makes you feel like you. Anyone can buy a trend. And all the money in the world will not buy you style.
Last but not least, in closing this interview. Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?
I think I am too new at this to give any advice. I wrote the story I wanted to write and I know it will not be appreciated by everyone. The only advice I can think of is to be fearless.

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