The
Yellow Rope
Okay, lol, so I did a few of my
own interview questions that focused more on me as a person than me as a
writer. Hope ya enjoy!
~When
do you do your best writing… morning, afternoon, evening, night?
Well, I’m probably the freshest
in the mornings, but I write at all times of the day. If the hubby is working
nights, then I’m working. If he’s on days, then I’m writing during the day.
What it comes down to is this: when he’s off and awake, lol, I’m not writing. That’s
our time together. It’s what we’ve found that works for us… to keep our
marriage intact. Otherwise, I’d be on the computer while he’s in another room
watching TV.
~
Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
Huh. Don’t know if Riddick
falls in that category or nor, but he’s my favorite. Why? Well good God, just
look at the man, lol. ;) And that voice! Maybe it’s that dark edge to his voice
that gets me, lol. Aw hell, and that body.
I’m not really a horror fan, to
be honest. They tend to give me nightmares. I scare easily enough without
purposely watching something I *know* is going to freak me out, lol.
~If
you could have dinner with one person, dead or alive who would it be and why?
Oh wow, many people come to
mind. I’m hoping I get to have time with some of my fellow writers at GRL this
year. There are some fans, too, I’d like to meet. Then there are a couple of
reviewers I’d like to be able to put a face to. *laugh* I mean that in a nice
way!
But who would I *really* like
to have dinner with? As sappy as this is going to sound… my Mom. She passed
away three years ago. I’d love to be able to sit down and have a chance to
catch her up on things she’s missed with me and the kids.
~If
you could pick one band to play the background music to a love scene in your
book, whom would you choose and what song would they play?
Chicago – Hard habit to break.
It’s a sad song, but I love it. There’s so much truth in that song.
~What
do you do to relax?
*snort* Relax? What’s that???
Okay seriously, I like to sit
on the back porch and enjoy the great outdoors. We live by a pond and there’s
wildlife here… ducks, geese, rabbits, squirrels and so on. Even if it’s for ten
minutes, I feel refreshed. And some of my best idea’s come while I’m sitting
out there looking at the water, lol.
Blurb:
A
cranky submissive...
Luke
Walker is tired. He spends long hours between his job as a teacher assistant at
an elementary school and helping out his family at their restaurant. Coupled
with the fact that his degree is going to waste, he’s discouraged and fatigued
by too much work and endless southern heat, and not enough time spent with his
live-in partner.
An
understanding Dom...
Gage
Holt has been on both sides of the fence. He believes that in order to be a
good Dom, one has to understand being a sub. Unfortunately, he’s had some bad
experiences in pursuit of that knowledge, and suffered a great deal. But that’s
in the past now.
A long
weekend...
Three
little days... Gage is determined to see that his man gets what he needs in every
way he can give it to him. Anything to remove the dark circles from beneath his
beautiful eyes. For the next seventy-two hours, he’s going to pamper his boy—in
his way. He’ll fight a bull that hates him, battle with a crusty old woman at a
gift shop who snubs him, and deal with the never-ending lack of money just to
bring the shine back to Luke’s eyes.
Luke will
relax and have some fun, even if Gage has to tie him to whatever flat surface
happens to be handy.
Release
date: June 1st
Excerpt:
“I’m going to untie
you for a little while so your wrists don’t bruise.”
“Really?” Luke
asked, surprised.
“Yes, really…”
“I hear a but in there.”
“Indeed you do.
Touch your cock without permission and I’ll tie you to the bed and really warm
that ass up.” Gage’s lips twitched. Luke knew him all too well. “I want you to
go take a shower and clean up. I’ll be checking, too, so behave.”
“You’re not going
to join me?”
“No, I have
something to do downstairs.”
“Damn.” Luke moaned
into a pillow.
Gage slapped his
ass again. “No complaining out of you, either.”
“I’m not
complaining!” Luke’s smothered laugh had Gage grinning. “Just wondering if I’m
going to be able to sit down tomorrow.”
“Possibly.” Gage
untied Luke and helped him up. “But I wouldn’t bet on anything at this point,
I’ve been too long without you. Now, go shower, babe. The longer you keep me
waiting…”
“I’m going, I’m
going.” Luke’s cheeky grin followed him out of the room.
* * * *
Once
Luke was behind closed doors, Gage went to the guest bath, wet a washcloth, and
cleaned his body. Hurrying back to their bedroom, he checked on Luke. Seeing
Luke bite his lip while his hands moved quickly and efficiently over his body,
he returned to the bedroom and hunted up a pair of boxers. A quick trip
downstairs to check on things and he was ready for the next adventure. Gage was
back upstairs when Luke came out of the shower.
Gage followed Luke
back down. While Gage warmed up the spaghetti, Luke fixed the garlic bread and
salads. Gage was happy to see Luke looking more relaxed. Gage fixed both of
them a plate.
“Kitchen or den?”
Luke picked up his
plate, a big grin spreading over his face. “Do you really have to ask?”
“Den, it is.” For
some reason, Luke hated sitting at the kitchen table to eat. There were times
he wondered if Luke’s mom had made Luke sit at the table until he’d finished
his vegetables. God knows, the man didn’t like anything green…outside of salad.
That was just one of his odd little quirks Gage had to get used to. Gage sat
next to Luke on the couch. Luke curled his legs under him and snagged the
remote, turning on the TV.
Luke let out a
lusty moan. “I swear, you make the best spaghetti I’ve ever tasted.”
“That’s love
talking,” Gage snickered while Luke flipped through the channels.
Luke found a
reality show he liked and set the remote down, smirking. “Ah, I don’t think so.
Remember the fried chicken deal? The outside was burnt to a crisp and the
inside was raw. So it isn’t my love for you that makes me say this is good.”
Gage scowled at
Luke. Stupid chicken was going to haunt him for the rest of his life it looked
like. “You’re never gonna forget that damn chicken, are you?”
“Nope.” Luke bit
into his garlic bread and winked at Gage.
Author
bio:
M.A. Church
M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent
many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high
school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening,
walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and
spending time with her family on the lake.
But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age,
she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science
fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors
had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day,
when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.
By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story
on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the
journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest
erotic and mainstream romance novels.
My
links:
Twitter @nomoretears00
Facebook: M.A. Church http://www.facebook.com/pages/MA-Chur...
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