Thursday Word-Slingers – Guest Georgia Fox

I’ll post later with some stuff, but right now I have the great honor of introducing today’s guest, the every popular and spectacular Georgia Fox! Read through to the end to see what she’s offering to one lucky commenter!

1) How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing stories since I was about ten, but trying to get published for about fifteen years (off and on)

2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)

Well I have a “real” job, which takes up quite a lot of my time and a family that also requires attention, as well as three crazy dogs. Just to try and fit everything into my day I’m often up by 5AM so that I can write while it’s still peaceful. As soon as I have that first cup of coffee and have checked emails, FB, Twitter etc, I settle in for a few hours of writing time before work. At night, in bed, is usually my time to make notes for the next day’s writing, or to read up on some research. 

 3) When is your next release due out (the Wagered Wench, right?) and can you tell the audience about it? 

The Wagered Wench will be out in February. It’s the fifth and, I think, penultimate book in my medieval erotic romance series The Conquerors. I say that “I think” it’s the penultimate, because I don’t know if I can say for sure that the series will be done after one more book or not. I might, at some point, pick up the characters again, but for now I’m only planning one more after this. The Wagered Wench is about a quiet warrior, scarred and wary of women, who suddenly finds that he’s won himself a wife after a game of tavern dice with her father. Needless to say, the woman in question is none to happy about it. The book follows their building relationship over the period of their first year together and is in four parts: Aqua (water), Aer (Air), Ignis (fire) and Terra (earth).

           Here is the blurb –

 As her father’s only child, Elsinora must take a husband to help her run the manor of Lyndower. Although capable of managing the place herself, no one trusts a woman to lead. She can be a wife and mother, nothing more. But she’s determined to choose the man for herself and she has just the one in mind – handsome, clever, chivalrous and kind-hearted.
 She hasn’t met him yet, but he’s out there. Somewhere. However, when her father returns home drunk one evening after a game of tavern dice, Elsinora soon discovers that sobering him up is not her only problem this time. The scarred Norman beast with the crude manners and insulting tongue – the one who brought her father home slung over the rump of his horse, has won not only the manor of Lyndower as his prize after a night of gambling. He’s also won Elsinora.

4) You’ve got a lotof books out, and they’re, er, coming hard and fast (sorry, I couldn’t resist). How on earth do you maintain that pace?

Ha! Well I actually have a pretty hard time not letting them out! This series has been a lot of fun to write (and research LOL) and I haven’t been able to stop putting them out. The first one (The Ever Knight) was originally written on a whim as a short story to be submitted for an anthology, but the publisher wanted to make it into its own book. I added to the word count and voila!The first book in a series was born. After that I had to write Deorwynn’s story and so The Virgin Proxy came along. Each book has followed along at the insistence of the characters, really. The last one will be the story of Stryker Bloodaxe, who first appears in The Wagered Wench and it will match him up with a woman named Amias who briefly appeared in the third book (The Craftsman). So you see, it’s the characters fault that I can’t stop writing. They all demand their story told.

5) What is it about the erotic romance genre that you like so much?

I love romance – historical romance especially – and have been an avid reader of it since I was fifteen. And then there’s the sex. I know you can have wonderful romances without the sex, but I happen to enjoy that part of it. Makes the story feel whole to me. I like a really good plot, fully fleshed-out characters and some hot scenes so that I can really see where all that chemistry leads. I like to be there when my hero and heroine get down to it. Maybe I’m a voyeur! I find it very freeing to write about sex. It’s also an interesting challenge to write an intense menage sex scene, without letting it turn into porn. And – come on – it’s FUN!

6) How many books are you currently working on?

Well, I’m currently waiting for edits to one and I have two stories that are works in progress, which I’m kind of fiddling around with. I also write under another name and I’m currently working on my eighth book under that identity. I have to get that one to the publisher by mid-February and I’m currently re-working the ending. 

7) I seem to recall you’re not just doing e-publishing, but there may be a so-called “traditional publisher” deal somewhere in the works. Do you want to share about that? (I thought I remembered you were the one who talked about that late last year, but I could be mistaken – if so, OOOPS and sorry)

Yes that’s me – the other identity. I was lucky enough to get a three book advance deal early last year with another fantastic publisher (they’ve been around since the seventies) and my first mass market paperback will hit stores at the beginning of June. I’m keeping my two identities apart from each other though so I can’t say more than that.

8) Do you think you’ll move to another genre, and if yes, what to and when?

I can’t imagine it, because I love historicals so much. I change eras quite a lot though, just to keep it fresh.

9) Silliness 1: Sweet or sour?

Well that depends on the time of the month LOL! I LOVE chocolate mousse, tiramisu and rum cake, so I guess I have to go with sweet. TM – move over, that rum cake is mine!

10) Silliness 2: Chocolate or vanilla ice cream?

I actually prefer coffee ice cream (with marshmallow sauce). Can I have that without being diva-ish? I also like it slightly melted. Please! TM – Absolutely.

The wench’s haughty pride was not in evidence at this moment. He almost wished it was and then he wouldn’t feel so much warmth toward her. It would be better if she stuck her nose in the air and insulted him again.
            But surely it was impossible to break a heart twice. He should be safe.
            Slowly she pulled up her gown and raised it over her head. Aha! The laces were an excuse. She could get in and out of it without undoing them. Now she wore only her thin shift. The rain had dampened it, made it translucent in places. He could see her pale pink areolas through the cloth as it swayed over her breasts and when his gaze swept lower, he thought he could see a hint of pubic hair—golden like the hair on her head. His cock pulse quickened, but he resisted the urge to touch himself.
            She glanced down at the organ twitching and stretching up from his lap. He let her look.
            “It’s not going to fit,” she murmured, eyes widened, reflecting the flames of the candles in the iron stand beside the bed.
            “We’ll see,” he replied, amused. “Let me look at you.”
            Her saw her shoulders square as she took another, deeper breath, and then she lifted her shift over her head, dropping it to the floor.
            Somehow he kept breathing. She was not so skinny as she appeared when clothed. In fact she was quite pleasingly rounded. Could still use a few heartier meals though. Her skin was not so pale as he’d imagined, but lightly tinted, like a peach not yet ripened. He held out his hand again. This time she finally accepted it and he pulled her closer until her knees touched the edge of the bed.
            “Climb up here,” he said, tapping the mattress beside him.
            “So I can see whether you might take all of me.”
            She frowned, still wary.
            He lay back, his head resting on the bolster. “Kneel up on the bed, astride me so I can examine you.”
            After a moment she did as he suggested, a knee on either side of his waist. Dominic felt his excitement mounting with every breath. She was exquisite, more finely made than any woman he’d ever seen naked. Her breasts were not large, but shapely, crested with delicate pink nipples that looked almost too fragile for his mouth and fingers. At the apex of her thighs, a nest of soft, downy hairs covered her mound.
            “Closer,” he whispered, beckoning her further up the bed.
            She shuffled forward on her knees, inch by inch, straddling his chest. He could see the sweetly blushing lips of her cunny and his seed responded to the sight until his balls grew uncomfortably heavy.  He parted his legs, drawing his knees up. Again he beckoned her further.
            “But then I will be…” She was flustered.
            “Over my face,” he finished for her. “That’s where I want you.” His voice sounded strange in his own ears. There was a dangerous amount of need in him. He had not realized, until then, how much he was looking forward to his wedding night. He should tell her to close her eyes, he thought, so she did not look down at his scarred face. A shudder of anxiety rendered him powerless suddenly to move or speak again. No wonder she was so reticent now. The poor creature was curious about the act of coupling and clearly had needs of her own, but if she had a choice, she would have chosen any man but him—any man but the scarred, ugly monster in her bed.
            Apparently she overcame her doubts enough to move again, resting her knees on the bolster, on either side of his head. Now he looked up at her and exhaled, trying to steady his pulse. He had to take his time or she might bolt.
            “Close your eyes,” he murmured.
            She frowned slightly. “No.”
            Aha, defiant creature! Feigning bravery now after her initial display of timidity. She stared boldly down at his face, evidently determined not to flinch at his scar. So that was how she wanted it, he mused darkly. How far could he make her go before her squeamishness set in and she recoiled from his touch again?
           “Reach down and open yourself so I can see if my cock will fit inside that lovely, tight, little cunt of yours.”
Twitter: @writegeorgiafox (Twitter’s still new to her – go easy, guys!)
Well, I certainly enjoyed Georgia’s visit, how ’bout you? One lucky commenter will get their choice of any book in The Conquerors series! C’mon back next Friday (2/17) to find out if you’ve won. Good luck and hope you’ve enjoyed getting to know Georgia.

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  1. great interview, Georgia. I think I need to take a page from your notebook on planning the night before for the next AM's writing. I'm trying to find a system…Good luck with your new book release and other projects!


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