Hi there again everyone. My second guest today is Piper Denna. I had the good fortune to meet Ms. Denna at the very first RomCon out in Denver in 2010 though she wouldn’t remember me, and she was a heck of lot of fun at the erotica mad-libs game.
Always! But I wrote my first novel about 7 years ago, and first got published about 4 years ago.
Content editing (currently have 27 authors on my roster), overseeing the other editors as EIC at Lyrical Press, mom, wife, writing as Autumn Piper, and writing as Piper Denna.
And they’re seldom all in the air at once. LOL. Pretty much at any given time, something is coming crashing down. But I think that’s the new American Dream, right?
Remember the old TV show, Fantasy Island, with Mr. Roarke, and Tattoo? I loved the concept of guests arriving at the island resort and being able to act out/live any fantasy. While I believe on the island they used magic, I figured with the right props and enough backstage hands, people could live out their sexual fantasies at a resort, too. And there was my setting. Then I threw in an emotionally damaged proprietor who had a knack for dragging true wishes out of her clients, and a penchant for getting details right, plus her business partner, a yummy determined lawyer with an English accent, and the characters pretty much told me their story.
I write what I read, and I nearly always read romance. Nothing quite like that feeling when you get all twisted up inside over the characters’ emotional conflict. In erotic romance you also get the hot scenes revving your engine and making your heart race. I’ve read some fairly sweet romances with awesome conflict that were just as satisfying in the end as the hottest reads, but I do enjoy a well-written racy scene.
I’m pretty happy writing erotic romance as Piper Denna and mainstream contemporary romance as Autumn Piper. Two “me”s are enough. lol (TM – I should think so. Hehehe)
I like them mixed together. Sometimes with Amaretto…
Chocolate to eat; vanilla to smell. I love vanilla in perfumes and candles or air fresheners.
She swallowed hard and looked at the floor. “I was in by ten.” Was she hiding something? “I just didn’t…rest well.”
Of course. The damn dreams. She never rested when she went to California, and here he’d been begrudging her the best diversion she had from those nightmares.
“Ah, Vic. I’m sorry.” Her eyes teared up, right before she narrowed them on him. She’d be pissed off now because he felt sorry for her. Already her cheeks were turning that angry pink he so enjoyed. The green eyes squinted smaller, and her jaws tightened under the heels of his hands. Glorious angry, she was. He couldn’t help smiling again, which would only serve to further infuriate her.
She took in a great breath. He knew she intended to spew it back out on him in a flurry of irate words, but he stole it from her first. He kissed her, as he seemed to do more often than he cared to acknowledge, and stalled the angry reply.
Even as his lips brushed against her soft ones, he thought of her kissing another, and his pulse beat faster. The sweet gesture to show her he would sympathize with her whether she liked it or not became a fierce need to make her want him. Instead of a tender, closed-mouth kiss, he forced her lips apart and probed with his tongue. He longed to taste and feel her desire, her need for him and him alone. To have her love him.
He got the desire, at least. She slipped her smooth arms round his neck and matched him move for move. He’d known she would. It was constantly there with them, this physical need. Though she strove to suppress it in the name of business ethics, he could sense it always, carefully hidden. And damn if it didn’t drive him mad to know she wanted him but didn’t love him. Besides, she had more self-control than he did. As usual, she found her senses first and pulled away from him.
“Andrea,” was her breathless one-word way of halting him. It worked famously.