Today I have author Jaye Shields with me. She is a fellow Beachwalk press author and she is talking about her NEW release Confessions of a Sex Demon.
Let's get to know the person behind the books.
Jaye, do you prefer...
Milk chocolate or Dark?
Dark. As dark as it comes
Coffee or tea?
Coffee
Vodka or tequila?
Rum
Romance or a Thriller?
Romance
Mystery or Horror?
Mystery
Can you tell us about yourself?
I love grunge music, I adore Paris,
and I have the best family in the world. Oh yes, and I write erotic paranormal romance.
Did
you always want to be an author?
Always. I’m not much for crime
novels though. My grandma scared the crap out of me when I was only just 12
years old, letting me read her true crime novels. I haven’t read one since.
Scarred me for life ;)
What
authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?
Nora Roberts and Jayne Krentz. At 13
I was already reading these authors like crazy. Jayne Krentz was from my
hometown, Seattle, so that really inspired me.
Did
anyone in your life influence you or encouraged you to be a
writer?
All the usual suspects. My kindergarten
teacher and everyone in my family knew I’d be a writer someday. Even when I
didn’t have paper I managed to be a raconteur, telling stories as we drove
along. My mom, dad, grandparents, everyone, you name it, were behind me in my
love of reading and writing. When I was in middle school, I won a journalism
award and my research and editorial campaign led to a change in school policy.
The prestigious award came on graduation day…but I was in Mexico so I couldn’t
accept in person. Still counts :D
What
is your writing atmosphere like?
If I’m not in the coffee shop, I’m
in my studio, candlelight flickering, images of Paris on my walls, and a kitten
chasing his tail across my Persian rug.
What
is your favorite aspect or writing? Your Least Favorite?
I love every aspect of writing, but
trying to edit before I turn it in to the publisher is so hard. I love doing
edits from my editor, but I hate trying to do anything on my own. I second
guess myself too much.
Your
current book you’re promoting is:
Confessions of a Sex Demon – an
erotic novella
The next two books in the trilogy
will be here in December and February. Yay!
How
did you come up with your story line?
I know this sounds crazy, but I came
up with the title first. I was walking and the title came to me and I was
intrigued. I had to write the story. I did, and boy was it fun!
How
do you choose your characters names?
For this book, I have no idea. Some
books the characters’ names end up with some sort of rhyme or reason, but in
the case of Confessions of a Sex Demon, I have no idea. All I remember is that
Zahra’s last name means Desire. Aniron is from a language called Sindarin. Only
LOTR geeks like my will understand this.
For the second Sex Demon book,
Claiming of a Sex Demon, I came up with Reza’s name because I had a Persian
boyfriend at the time, and Reza is a Persian name that I thought sounded hot. I
came up with Emmerie because I wanted an innocent-sounding name like Emma, but
with a twist. Bam! Emmerie.
~Confessions of a Sex Demon~
Zahra proves that sex demons do it better as she goes
from captive to captivator.
Sex
Demon Zahra Aniron is a closet romantic. Too bad she spends her time having
hot, kinky sex with paying strangers. But she needs the money to pay off her
sister's debt to wizard thugs. There could be worse things than getting paid
for pleasure, especially since a sex demon needs climax to survive.
As a blacksmith, Lennox Aegros puts his fury to good use
pounding steel into swords. When he arrives at a new town, his real cause for
being there isn't to sell weaponry, it's for revenge. When he finds the
succubus he's been searching for, her beauty means he can mix business with
pleasure. But the joke's on Lennox, because as he succeeds in torturing his
victim by repeatedly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then denying her
the release that she so desperately needs, he realizes that Zahra's slow demise
means the breaking of a heart he didn't think he had.
Content Warning: strong language, graphic sex, light BDSM
scenes
Purchase Book: Beachwalk
Press
Excerpt
Zahra woke to a sharp pinch against her skin. She tried to
peel open her eyelids, but they were heavy stones. She wanted to touch her
eyes, but her arms moved nowhere. Fear caused her lids to fly open only to
realize that she was indeed strapped down.
The perpetrator smiled, but it was subtle. Very subtle. His
tan skin was darker in the dim room. His blue irises appeared so light that his
eyes became demonic charcoals glaring at her in the shadowy room. He finished
strapping her foot down.
"Do you like your accommodations, demon?"
"You should have asked Bane for help decorating. He's
also very good at the dark, gloomy dungeon thing." She'd hoped to sound
feisty, but instead, her voice was nothing more than a pitiful rasp.
"Since you're used to your mouth being filled, I'll
help you." Lennox stood over her. She never took her eyes from his intense
frown as he tied a scarf around her mouth. He pulled it tight enough to cut
into the edges of her mouth. Zahra did her best to smash his fingers into the
cold metal table she was strapped to. Unfortunately, the back of her head
missed its mark and thunked hard against the steel.
At least she could still see what was taking place. Fear
coursed through her. She barely knew this man and she couldn't imagine what he
had in store for her. She was a succubus, used to kinky requests, and most men
knew they didn't need to kidnap her for such a session. She watched Lennox's
tall form cross the mostly empty room. The only furniture was a small table.
Probably where he kept his—
Scissors. Lennox turned toward her with a pair in his hand.
As he walked in her direction, he looked entirely too innocent to be
foreboding. His blond hair was a stark contrast against his tan skin. She'd
felt his muscles earlier and they were those of an intense lover, not a
fighter. Clearly this guy was tweaked. He was hot as hell and normally she
liked freaky guys. If he hadn't insulted her ever since they first met, they
might've even had a chance. No charge.
Lennox stood between her legs and she could barely see him
from her tight bondage against the table. The cold metal of the scissors
slipped under her corset. As the fabric began falling away, the soft groan of
the metal cutting through thick black fabric echoed in the empty room. Her
tight top became looser with every passing second. Heat crept into her body.
Good news: she had the feeling this guy could make her come. Hard. The bad
news: she was kidnapped by a psychopath and no one knew where she was.
Maybe he's a trap-and-set-free kind of psychopath. Love
'em and leave 'em.
"Your body betrays you. You crave your abductor, don't
you, succubus?"
She avoided his gaze by staring at the ceiling. Zahra could
feel the heat from his intense appraisal of her body as he guided the shears
across her pants. Apparently, he was leaving no clothes for her to try to
escape in. It was becoming clearer by the moment that he had no plans for her
to leave.
About the Author:
Jaye Shields holds a degree in Anthropology from San
Francisco State University with an emphasis in archaeology. Her previous claims
to fame include being a bass player for a grunge band called the Hymens, being
mistaken for Britney Spears while in Tokyo, and commercial model. She insists
the commercial still counts even though her lines were cut.
Born and raised in Seattle, she now lives in the realm of
fog, skyscrapers, and redwood trees. Happy to call San Francisco home, she
spends her time writing sensual paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Thanks to
her grandmother, she's been reading romance novels since she was ten years old.
Jaye sprinkles her love of history, mythology, and the occult into flaming hot
reads.
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