Welcome Elene! Please tell the readers about yourself and the books you write?
First, let me say thank you so much for hosting me today. It’s a pleasure to be here.
I’m a mother of a young daughter and the human to two Pitbulls. I’ve been writing since 2004 and have recently released my debut novel, Awakening through Xcite Books. I love to knit, hate to cook, and go out of my way to avoid driving whenever possible.
I write romance novels. Erotic romance in particular. My personal point of view is damaged women who must overcome their baggage, but I also enjoy tackling the areas of shame and confusion that exist in human sexuality. Especially, here in the states.
Tell us about your latest book. Do you have anything new in the works and can you tell us a bit about it?
My latest book is Awakening. It’s the story of Claire Ryan and Evan Lang, two people who struggle to overcome their pasts to find love with each other. This book is also a BDSM tale that focuses on the emotional aspects that underscore the BDSM lifestyle.
I also just signed a deal with Xcite Books for two additional novels that follow up Awakening. Reflection, which will be out in September 2013, follows Bridget Ross whom we met in Awakening. It explores her history and romance with Connor Reynolds. The third book, Unsettled, will follow a character introduced in Reflection, Mona VanHove.
What inspired you to write Awakening?
My inspiration for Awakening came from reading so many horror stories of people introduced to the BDSM lifestyle incorrectly. The concept of sub-frenzy – when people just leap into BDSM with no planning or any real consideration for the risks – in particular was one that drew me. I wanted to write a story that was more of a “cautionary tale” and showed the emotional side of BDSM rather than just the kinky sex.
How do you describe your writing style?
I would say my style is very down to earth, gritty and raw. I don’t mince words and I can be very graphic both in the sex and in the general language of the book. Some readers have been put off my willingness to use the “F” word (which I happen to love, it’s such a versatile word).
When writing who is in charge you or your characters? How do you deal with bossy characters?
My characters definitely drive the story. I’ve lost count of the number of times I sat down to right a scene with a firm belief in how it would go only to have one character or another take it in a completely different direction!
As for bossy characters, you just have to love and accept them. Usually there’s a very good reason why they are the way that they are and those elements are often exactly what your story needs for dimension and depth.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging about writing?
Keeping the continuity in the fine details is the most challenging aspect of writing. I’m constantly having to double check eye color and wardrobe choices etc. I had one big mishap in Awakening that both my editor and I missed in the first go round where Claire starts the scene out in a T-shirt and skirt and somewhere midway she’s suddenly in a sundress!
What was one of the most surprising things you learned while writing your books?
My favorite quote is “The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe” by Gustav Flaubert. With everything I write, I’m always discovering some new aspect of my psyche that has been previously unexplored. In Awakening, I discovered the love two people can share despite tragedy and trauma. Claire’s personal redemption was particularly moving.
What advice would you give to writers just starting out?
It’s old and unoriginal, but writers write. So, just sit down and bang out some words. Cultivate them through re-writing. Refrain from censoring yourself and let the writing take you were it needs to go. We are but a vessel for the story, not the true creator.
Now for a fun question, what is in your TBR pile?
Ooh! My top three are: Lover at Last by JR Ward, Fair Game by Patricia Briggs, The Lost Dogs by Jim Gorant about the Micheal Vick Pitbulls.
When did you know that you wanted to be a writer? Was your family and friends supportive?
I knew I wanted to be a writer after I found myself compelled to sit down and write my first piece of erotica. I fought it for a long time. My family was supportive of my desire to write but not my genre.
Who (if anyone) has been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?
My daughter’s father was very instrumental. He helped me get past my self-doubt and finally give it a try.
What are you currently working on? Anything you can share regarding your current Work in Progress
Currently, I’m writing Reflection which is a follow up book to Awakening. Reflection follows Bridget Ross who was introduced in Awakening and expands on her back story and romance with Connor Reynolds.
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Hailing from Washington, DC, Elene Sallinger first caught the writing bug in 2004 after writing and illustrating several stories for her then four-year-old daughter. Her writing career has encompassed two award-winning childrens stories, a stint as a consumer-education advocate, as well as writing her debut novel, Awakening – a novel of erotic fiction that won the New Writing Competition at the Festival of Romance 2011.
Book(s) you want to market: Awakening
Release Date: September 3, 2012 ebook, March 15, 2013 paperback
This is the story of Claire Ryan and Evan Lang. 35-year-old Claire joins a local book club for romance readers in order to get over the breakdown of her 10-year relationship, there she meets book shop owner Evan, a dominant man who has never recovered from the sudden death of his submissive wife.
As their relationship develops and they embark on the path of Claire’s submission, it becomes harder and harder for Evan to keep his emotional distance. Claire is open and responsive and he wants her badly, but refuses to let himself go.
As Claire falls deeper in love with Evan, she realises that he is holding back and decides to end their relationship, forcing Evan to confront his own past and his feelings in order to save his new love.
Winner of the New Writing Competition at the Festival of Romance 2011
Yes, I’m willing to giveaway a one free ebook at each stop.
‘I feel safe here.’ She waved a hand around to encompass the bookstore. ‘You make me feel safe. Despite your attitude, I don’t believe you would hurt me.’ Claire flushed such a sweet shade of pink as she spoke, her hazel gaze roaming the store as she looked everywhere but at him.
Safe. She thought she was safe with him. That he wouldn’t hurt her. Evan sat in stunned silence for the briefest moment before a red tide of fury suffused his body. Fury at Marianne for dying and leaving him alone when she had been the centre of his life. Fury at Claire for tempting him and reviving desires that he’d believed were dead and buried with his love. Fury at himself for being so damned foolish and afraid in the face of his temptation. In that moment, he knew himself for a coward and he snapped.
‘Safe. You think you’re safe with me?’ he all but sneered at her. ‘You know nothing.’ He spit the words at Claire as he leant, forward his hands clenched into fists on his knees. She shrank away from him, pushing so far back into the leather club chair her feet no longer touched the floor. Her eyes were wide with shock and the beginnings of fear. Shame crawled over his skin and he reached for self-control, only to lose it all over again when her small, white teeth bit into her trembling lower lip.
‘Damn you!’ He slammed a fist down on the arm of his chair, causing her to jump at the violence of his action. ‘You are anything but safe with me. Every time you walk through that door all I can think about is bending you over my lap and spanking that pretty little ass until it is shiny, red, and stinging. Then fucking you from behind so that the sting feeds the orgasm I give you. I fantasise about binding you and whipping those sweet little tits, your pussy, and your ass. Marking you everywhere so that each time you look in the mirror you remember me and how I put them there, and then beg me to put more on you when they heal. I want to drench you in my come, fuck you in every goddamn hole, and make you scream until you can’t speak.’
As the words died on his lips, he dragged in a breath and took Claire in, really saw her now that the apex of his anger had passed somewhat. She was glassy-eyed and panting. The knuckles of her slim, elegant fingers were white and she gripped the arms of her chair as if her life depended on it. She looked like she was having a panic attack.
Fear and shame overrode his anger and he lurched forward, coming around and sitting on the table before her. He took her face between his palms. She was so tiny, his hands seems to swallow her up.
‘Claire.’ He spoke softly, soothingly, as he rubbed his thumb over her cheeks. ‘Claire, please. Look at me.’
She turned just a fraction, closing her eyes and refusing to look at him. Her motion brought his thumb to rest on her lower lip. Quickly, so quickly he almost missed it, she licked his thumb. It was the barest touch, but the sight of her pink tongue against his skin was more than he could take. What control remained to him was lost.
‘Damn you,’ he repeated, but this time it was the hoarse whisper of a drowning man. ‘Suck it,’ he demanded as he thrust his thumb between her full, rosy lips. She obeyed instantly, enveloping the digit in wet, velvet heat. A shudder coursed through him at the silken feel of her mouth on his skin. She sucked gently in slow draws that he felt all the way to his cock, which surged violently to life.
With his other hand he untied the bow that held the halter of her dress together and yanked the barrier from her body so that it pooled at her waist in a lake of red silk. She faltered briefly, but continued to suck on his thumb as he squeezed her breast, massaging and shaping it in his large palm. She was small, tiny even; the entire globe barely filled his palm, but his mouth watered to taste her. He pulled his thumb from her mouth and trailed damp circles around each nipple before leaning down to suck the puckered tips into his mouth. He sucked hard, eliciting a cry of pained pleasure from her as she arched into his mouth.
He squeezed and pulled, sucked and bit at her nipples furiously, his mind blank except for the driving urge to mark her, claim her. Only when they were red and swollen, jutting out from the cream of her skin, did he leave her breasts. But he was far from done with her. He yanked her hips forward and roughly pushed the skirt of her dress up to her hips. She wore a brief, black silk thong which disappeared in a savage yank as he tore it from her. The fragile elastic snapped as easily as if it were an errant thread. He dropped the offending silk to the floor and threw her legs over the arms of the chair so that she was spread and open to him.
He didn’t stop to appreciate the sight she made, though the memory would haunt him later. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with desire. Her rosy lips were parted and damp from her tongue. Her small, tight breasts were swollen and tipped with hard, berry-red pebbles from his earlier feasting. The scarlet silk pooled at her waist, framing and showcasing her plump hips and drenched pussy. The damp curls were trimmed close, just a shade darker than the honeyed brown of her tousled hair. No, in that moment, he only took in the sandpaper dryness of his throat and the need to taste her.
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