How did you start writing erotica?
I love a good romance, but the language in romance novels are unrealistic to me. I tried a sweet romance and it didn’t work. It’s erotica all the way for me.
What’s your favourite published work of yours and why?
My first paranormal series. Technically, it could be better, but it ended exactly the way I envisioned.
What erotic authors do you enjoy reading?
Zane is always a favorite.
Where do you draw your inspiration from?
The news, every day events. Something as simple as a story about a ballerina or a spy being burned by her agency can set off a whole world in my head.
Do you have any unusual writing rituals?
Loud music is usually blasting. Other than that, I’m fairly normal.
Where’s your favourite place to write?
I have to get in where I fit in. I have no choice but to write where I can.
Who is your favourite character from one of your stories and why?
I can never choose just one they’re all complicated and all great.
Do your nearest and dearest know what you do, and if so, what was their reaction when they found out?
Only my nearest and dearest know and they aren’t surprised. Associates or acquaintances have no idea that I write filth in my spare time.
What was your ideal career when you were a child?
Everything. I still think I can do everything.
How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
Either music or something I can easily ignore on television.
What’s the best writing tip you’ve ever been given?
Just write. Follow the three points, but don’t edit yourself along the way. Once the book is done you can cut but try not to touch it before then.
If you get writer’s block, how do you get around it?
I try to go back and fix grammar from earlier scenes. That tends to help.
If you could bring one of your characters to life, which one would it be and why?
Rek from Fear Nothing. Half wolf, half huskie hybrid seems ridiculously fun.
Which author, erotic or otherwise would you love to meet and why?
J.K. Rowling or Stephen King appear fun just off of their Twitter.
What’s your favourite genre within erotica and why?
Historicals are more taboo. Unfortunately, you don’t get a lot of interracial romances with that genre.
What are you working on at the moment?
A script. I’m broadening my horizons.
What’s the biggest writing challenge you’ve ever taken on? Did you succeed?
Yeah, I have enough challenges … my writing won’t be another. Writing is comforting for me, so if I felt pressure I don’t know how I would respond to it.
What’s your biggest writing achievement? Why?
Every time a publisher puts out one of my books I feel it’s an achievement. The industry seems harder than ever before so at least I know I’m on to something.
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Excerpt The Guardian (Las Vegas Tales 1)
Amber Malloy
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Copyright ©2017 Amber Malloy
The last remains of the Vegas nightlife surrounded his bar, where the showgirls from the Bellagio ignored last call. Jack Stone cleaned off the glasses with a smile. He had no choice; this town was a world of its own. Only in Las Vegas would a baby shower at the witching hour be acceptable. The star act of the Night Review was not blessing a new life with just any old nightclub but one where old Hollywood had once clamored to get in.
“To Mindy, for getting out of the dance race before she got tossed out on her pregnant ass!” The pack of Amazons cheered at their captain’s toast.
“Last ones, lovelies,” Jack called out. “It’s time to go.”
“Aw, come on, Jack, one more?” they whined practically in unison.
“Sorry, girls, the big boss would have my head if he knew I kept us open this late.”
“We could only make it over after the show.” The tallest of the tribe reached across the dark bar to touch his shoulder. “I’m sure you can pull a few strings.”
Jack kept his smile firmly in place, without allowing them to know he was immune to their charm. “Last one,” he repeated with a wink to soften the blow.
“Okay, you win.” Still sparkly from her performance earlier, the replacement showgirl took her Peppermint Schnapps down like a pro. “What do you say to dinner tomorrow night after last curtain?”
Since his return to Vegas three years ago, this was the same song and dance he went through nightly. He was hip deep in friends with benefit offers. At first he indulged in the available pool of beauties, a distraction from his true mission. It would have been easy to keep going, but the sexy woman who had just stepped into Pauline’s consumed his mind and heart.
Lena Mercier walked upstream of the thin dancers. Toned with curves in all the right places, she was an artistic statue painted in the vibrant hue of milk chocolate.
“Thanks for the drinks!” The showgirls headed out of the bar doors in a peal of giggles.
“You’ve got something of mine, Jack,” Lena said in a subtle tone that stopped the mindless chatter in his head. The Lululemon leggings cupped her perfect ass. It was her usual travel uniform. She must have just gotten off a plane. A fancy tank top and light leather jacket topped off her outfit. Her sleek black hair fell in a swoop in front of her right eye — a sophisticated cut that showcased her elegant neck. Jack noted how perfect she looked. Except for the fact she had left town two weeks ago, and he had no idea where she had gone. It still aggravated him.
He wiped down the deep wood and concentrated on the high polish, instead of the sexy woman in front of him. “Just put your lips together and blow.”
She gave him a cheeky smile before she put her fingers to her mouth and ripped a high-C whistle. In a matter of moments, the heavy panting of excitement filled the damn near empty bar. A squat, furry toad ran at full tilt in her direction. Lena’s Frenchie, Harry, hopped on the chair, then the table before he took full flight through the air. Lena caught the little fucker in the crook of her arm.
Since he never tired of that circus trick, Jack chuckled. “Nightcap?” Happy to see his neighbor had made it back home, he tried not to compete for her attention with the dog.
“Sorry, Jack, I’m beat.”
“You want to talk about it? After all, bartenders are great listeners.” He nudged to get her to open up about her work. Once high school sweethearts, they’d spent more than a decade apart, and then one day she was back. Since he didn’t believe in coincidence, he had his suspicions why Lena had suddenly showed up in his life.
“If only that were true.” Lena smiled before she headed toward the door.
“We’re not good listeners?” He wished she would stay and keep him company.
“No,” she turned around, stopping short of disappearing into the cool night, “the part where you’re just the bartender.”
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Blurb:
Even love takes a vacation in Sin City every once in a while.
Four brown beauties tumble head first in love in the last place on earth anyone would look for it… Las Vegas!
The Guardian
Jack Stone has inherited his family’s casino. The only problem? The mob wants it more than he does. If he doesn’t play his cards right, he’ll end up dead. When his high school sweetheart drops back into his life, Jake’s got an even tougher decision — should he trust the beauty with his life and heart — again?
High Art
A brilliant painter, Bebe Noel has the goods to make it to the top… just not the social skills. With her financial situation in limbo, she must turn to her deceased benefactor’s husband for help. Will this new arrangement become lucrative for the both of them or fizzle out before it can even get started?
Beauty and the Boxer
Middleweight boxer Cristiano Díaz is in trouble. Unless he can score a quickie marriage he will be deported. He has his eye on a sexy baker, and she’s the only one he wants. Can the boxer convince the curvy vixen to marry him, or will he get knocked out before the first round?
Run, Pussycat, Run
Sullivan McNeill comes to Vegas to snatch lounge singer Kitty Carmichael, the love of his life, away from the bright lights of Sin City. When he finds out she’s trapped in a contract with the devil, he has to figure out a way to save her or lose the woman who holds his heart forever.
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About the Author:
Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn’t pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn’t legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she’s not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he’s faking his French accent.
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Great interview … I love this tip! “Just write. Follow the three points, but don’t edit yourself along the way.”