Here’s an author interview with Nancy Corrigan – take it away, Nancy…
- How did you start writing erotica?
Accidentally. I’d meant for my books to follow the traditional rule of romance books—no sex until half-way through the book and make it sweet. My characters had different ideas. Who am I to argue?
- What’s your favourite published work of yours and why?
Unexpected Find is my debut. It holds a special place in my heart, always will.
- What erotic authors do you enjoy reading?
Laurann Dohner, Lora Leigh
- Where do you draw your inspiration from?
Everywhere, nobody’s safe. Characters I draw from any drool-worthy guy whether he’s an actor, a sexy photo on the internet or someone I know personally. Story plots-I have an active imagination that’s easily triggered. My dreams help set the stage too.
- Do you have any unusual writing rituals?
No, but headphones are a must when writing steamy scenes so I’m not distracted. Really, who wants to stop in the middle of sex?
- Where’s your favourite place to write?
My kitchen table.
- Who is your favourite character from one of your stories and why?
Josh from Unexpected Find. He’s a wickedly hot human tangled in a shifter’s world. Can’t wait to pen his tale.
- Do your nearest and dearest know what you do, and if so, what was their reaction when they found out?
Yes, I write under my real name. Hmmm, I’ve suddenly become naughty but they support me.
- What was your ideal career when you were a child?
Something where I never had to get out of my PJs. Writing gives me the luxury to do that.
- How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
I let the story play out in my head first then write it down.
- What’s the best writing tip you’ve ever been given?
Write what you love, not what other people think you should write.
- If you get writer’s block, how do you get around it?
I love to multi-task. When one story stumps me, I open another. Time away from the problem always helps.
- If you could bring one of your characters to life, which one would it be and why?
Rafe, my hero from Unexpected Find. He’s hot and romantic. I would love his attentions focused on me.
- Which author, erotic or otherwise would you love to meet and why?
Actually, Nora Roberts. I used to sneak my grandmother’s books to read when I was in my early teens. At the time, I thought they were the naughtiest books ever. 🙂
- What’s your favourite genre within erotica and why?
Paranormal. I love shifters or any wickedly sexy man with fangs.
- What are you working on at the moment?
I’m currently splitting my time between book 3 of the Royal Pride and book 1 of a new series going to Ellora’s.
- What’s the biggest writing challenge you’ve ever taken on? Did you succeed?
First round edits on my first book. Yes, on lots of coffee.
- What’s your biggest writing achievement? Why?
My biggest writing achievement was in penning a story that made it out of the slush pile at Ellora’s Cave. I have always loved EC books and to have my very first story get picked up by them was mind-blowing.
The red numbers of the alarm clock cast a faint glow over the bed. Rafe swept his arm out and knocked it off the side. She tensed, but his warm breath and the scent of cinnamon drifted to her. His presence chased away the unease being in the pitch black brought. She felt safe in his arms but when he moved away, she panicked. She reached out, met air.
She turned, bumped into the bed and nearly tripped but a muscled arm wrapped around her waist. He yanked her back against his chest. The hard line of his arousal pressed into her bottom. She reached back. His denim-covered thigh met her touch, the muscles flexing as he rubbed the ridge of his erection against her. She trembled. Soon he’d be inside her, pleasuring her. Her breathing quickened.
A tiny part of her conscience warned her that this was happening too fast. She ignored the annoying voice and focused on how needy her body was for him. Her breasts tingled and her clit pulsed, eager for the counter pressure of Rafe’s thumb or his tongue. No, she didn’t want to ease into the act or play more foreplay games. Those might open her up to the feelings she was trying to avoid.
Sex. That’s what they came here for. She wanted him to fuck her all damn night, make her come over and over until she couldn’t move. No more waiting.
She lifted his hands to the erect buds. “Touch me.”
A growl rumbled his chest. The primal sound made the ache in her womb grow. He molded the weight of her breast, massaging the achy flesh while he kissed his way down the column of her throat. At the dip where shoulder met neck, he nibbled. Each nip sent a jolt of desire down her spine. The tiny pinch of pain appealed to her. As if he sensed it, he latched his mouth over the spot and bit until the pleasure bordered on pain before easing back.
He grabbed the hem of her top and tugged it over her head. The bra came off next. Cool air hit the sensitive tips. She shivered but his palms covered them in the next breath. The warmth of his touch seeped into her. He slowly massaged her breasts and the gentle kneading left her squirming in his arms. Perfect. She focused on the sensations and ignored the way his tender attentions made her heart flip over.
He flicked the peaks. Sparks ignited, centered in the tips. He did it again and the electric pulse skipped across her skin. She waited, her pants filling her ears, for what he’d do next. With the blunt edge of a nail, he circled the areola. She moaned and he stilled with the rough edges of his fingers clamped around the bud. He kissed her neck, licked the spot he’d teased a moment ago, but didn’t move his fingers. She arched into his embrace, silently begging him to tug on the erect nipples, roll them, flick them, do something. But he only held them clamped between his calloused fingertips.
“Rafe, please,” she groaned.
Instead of meeting her unspoken demand, he let the hard points go and molded her breast. She covered his hands with hers and pushed her chest forward, rubbing the points into his palms. He pulled them back, denying her the relief she craved.
“What do you want from me?”
She couldn’t voice her need so she turned in his arms, reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair. With the handful of strands, she tugged and dragged him to her heavy flesh.
“Mmmm, yes, you have beautiful breasts. Full, lush mounds meant to be suckled.” He brushed his lips over the tips and she moaned. “Are they sensitive?”
“Very. They ache.”
He pulled back. “I bet.”
He was teasing her? Oh no. She was too aroused for games. Desperate for relief, she cupped the weight of one breast and lifted it to his mouth, offering herself.
“Do you want my mouth here?” Rafe asked with a small tap of his finger to the hard point.
She heard the amusement in his tone but was beyond caring. “Yes, please. Lick me.”
He swept over the peak with his flattened tongue. She sucked in a breath, held it, but he didn’t repeat the teasing lick. She whimpered. Damn the man. Couldn’t he see how aroused she was? She needed him. She tightened her grip on his hair and brushed the bud over his lips, tempting him while torturing herself.
“Demanding woman,” he muttered but he closed his mouth over the tip.
Since the murder of her best friend, Jazz is stuck in a safe but lonely way of life. She’s willing to sacrifice everything to keep her family safe from the shifter world. The sexy stranger who struts into her friend’s bar changes everything. From the first glance Jazz knows she’s sunk—their chemistry sizzles from across the room, it’ll be undeniable up close.
Rafe wants Jazz from the second he sets eyes on her. The depth of the need that swamps him every time he’s near her surprises him. It takes every last ounce of his self-control not to pounce on Jazz and make her his. Only her distrust of his shifter nature holds him back. He counts it as a win every time his beloved human gives in to their passion and takes him to her bed. But Rafe’s patience isn’t infinite and he’ll do whatever it takes, face any danger—past or present—to ensure that Jazz becomes his. Forever.
A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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I’ve always been an avid reader and encourage everyone to escape the hectic daily grind with a few minutes a day in your favorite book.
I’m lucky enough to share my cat’s home with my three wonderful children, husband, dog and snake. When not writing, I work as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.
My passions beyond reading and family include music, classic cars, tattoos and animals (all of which have found their way into my writing in one form or another).
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