1-How long have you been writing?
I think I started writing in the womb. When I was nine I
wrote a poem about daffodils that was published in the school magazine and I
was hooked. I’ve been writing and publishing ever since. I won’t say how many
years I’ve been at this, but it’s been quite a long time.
2- What is your favorite genre to
write?
Fantasy romance, hands down. I also enjoy writing science
fiction. Any genre that allows me to create entire societies and populate them,
then have interesting adventures, is where I want to be. I would love to write
a mystery, or a quirky contemporary romance.
3-What are you working on now?
I’m writing the next of my Uttor books, Victory Portrait, a M/M novel about a victorious general and the
slave-prince whose kingdom he conquered. It involves an artist, inventive use
of paint brushes, and an emperor who gets called out for tricking the general.
I’m expanding the original story, which was posted online, with additional
characters and scenes. The prince is a more active character in this version.
4-When you begin a story do you
start with character or plot?
Character, almost always. I like strong plots, but I adore
compelling characters. In the end, they combine for a good tale.
5-Tell us about your
latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?
Thick
as Thieves started life as a Wednesday Brief. That week’s prompt was unicorn, mandolin, and some kind of plant.
I was in the mood to have fun, so I came up with Vorgell, a hulking barbarian
who uses the unicorn’s horn as a dildo and… well, it took off from there. Consumed
by thoughts of sex, Vorgell teams up with a sexy male witch who needs to free
himself from a love spell gone bad. The book was a blast to write. Readers can
find the original prompt still perking away in the first few pages of the
novel—it’s all there in the excerpt.
Blurb
After Vorgell the barbarian fucks himself with a unicorn
horn, he ends up in a cell with Maddog, a pretty young thief. It’s lust at
first sight for Vorgell—but honestly, he can’t help it. Unicorn horn is a
potent aphrodisiac, and now he can’t stop thinking about sex. Luckily, Madd is
one male witch who knows how to put Vorgell’s new magical body to good use when
he tricks Vorgell into a kiss that helps them escape.
Vorgell may desire sex in general—and Madd in particular—but
Madd has no intention of being screwed by a man twice his size. He has problems
of his own, including an enchanted collar that causes him to desire his most
hated enemy. He wants that collar off as soon as possible, but that requires
stealing a basilisk egg from the castle they just escaped.
Drawn together by lust and magic, the two men join forces
and soon find themselves up to their necks in witches, wizards, and trouble.
Vorgell and Madd might just be perfect for each other, but first they have to
survive long enough to find out.
Excerpt
Vorgell tumbled against the hard floor as the cell door
slammed shut behind him with a clang far too final for his liking. Maybe Baron
Flemgu hadn’t been kidding when he’d promised to lock him away and let him rot.
“Oh, lovely. A roommate.”
Startled, Vorgell looked over his shoulder. Another man sat
in the corner, wrapped in a cloak and hogging the cell’s only patch of light
and probably warmth. From what Vorgell could see of him, he didn’t look like
much of a threat. He was small, dark-haired, and beardless, with the soft looks
of some high lord’s fancy boy. Vorgell had golden hair and a warrior’s body,
boasting the scars of many battles. He came from the mountains far to the east
of this land, though his band of warriors had been captured and consigned to a slave
trader. That indignity had lasted only as long as the slaver’s skull. Since
then, Vorgell had made his way to the city of Gurgh—a den of murderers and
thieves he had gladly departed so he might try his luck at hunting witches in
the wooded wilderness around Baron Flemgu’s castle. And now he was here, in a
cell at the tail end of a string of bad decisions.
Difficult as it was to ignore the other prisoner, Vorgell
pushed himself upright and peered up at the high barred window. Judging the
distance, he crouched and then leapt. He was able to grasp the window ledge
with his fingers and pulled himself up until he could just see the top of a
line of trees.
“Impressive,” said his companion. “I would have thought you
too bulky to make that jump.”
“I’m tall.” That was an understatement. He stood head and
shoulders even over the tall men of Scur, and the men of Gurgh were not fit to
hold his spear. Vorgell released his grip and dropped back down, landing on his
feet. He turned eagerly to his pretty cell mate, happy that in his travels he
had learned to speak the local tongue. “My name is Vorgell.”
The little guy snorted. “All that gets you, apparently, is
guest accommodations in the baron’s tower.”
“Same fine accommodations as you. What did you do to piss
off the baron?”
“You first, big guy.” A smile like a fisherman’s knife
flashed his way. The boy had pretty teeth and secretive eyes with long thick
lashes, set in a face fetching enough to belong to a girl. Vorgell’s cock
thickened, his excitement coming to a boil despite his efforts. He couldn’t
help it. For the last three days, all he’d wanted to do was have sex.
“I killed a unicorn,” he managed, though he couldn’t stop
staring. The other man’s body possessed a delicate, graceful build that only
encouraged thoughts of fucking him here and now. “I was hungry. Thought it was
a deer. Turns out unicorns aren’t very big.”
Smile vanishing, his companion sat up straighter. “You
killed the unicorn?” His black cloak fell open just enough to reveal a tempting
glimpse of skin beneath a stained shirt. “What about the horn? What did you do
with that?”
Vorgell flushed. “I was hungry, as I said. There were these
berries growing where the unicorn had fallen, and—”
“Love berries. They grow wherever unicorn blood falls.”
“Yes.” The baron’s magicians had explained it. “Well, I ate
all the berries I could find, and—”
“And for the rest of the night, you were hallucinating and
as horny as a ram.”
“So they tell me. All I remember is having vivid dreams
about, well, erect members. Apparently the creature’s horn was too… shapely to
resist. When the baron’s soldiers caught me, I was fucking myself with the
thing. Unicorn horns dissolve inside, did you know that?”
“Actually, I do.” At least it sounded as though the man
believed him. “Are you telling me your barbarian ass consumed the whole horn?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
Author bio:
Tali Spencer fell in love with writing at an early age and
never stopped. Thanks to a restless father, she grew up as a bit of a nomad and
still loves to travel whenever she can. Her longest stint in one place was
Milwaukee where she went to college and enjoyed a series of interesting careers
including respiratory therapist, airport executive, and raising three
surprisingly well-adjusted sons. She later married her true love and put down
new roots in Philadelphia, where she lives in an ongoing Italian American family
sitcom. At least she’s learned how make good pasta. When not writing, Tali
reads everything from sweet goofy romances to Lebanese cookbooks, manages her
fantasy football team—go Gekkos!—and takes long walks with her loving, if
slightly neurotic, poodle.
Visit Tali’s blog at http://talismania-brilliantdisguise.blogspot.com
E-mail: tali.spencer1@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tali.spencer
Twitter: @tali_spencer
E-mail: tali.spencer1@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tali.spencer
Twitter: @tali_spencer
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