Fiona’s here, and she’s giving away an e-book of the BRAND NEW Ellora’s Cavemen anthology which comes out tomorrow to one commenter on her feature! Woo Hoo! Plus, she just saw this cover herself for the first time this morning, so it’s also a cover debut. Hot, huh?
Purchase the Ellora’s Cavemen Flavors of Ecstasy anthology tomorrow, Tuesday 9/22/9 here.
Blurb from Pitch Black Fiona’s contribution to the Flavors of Ecstasy
Breathless seduction in a glass elevator above a darkened Kiev covers up deactivation of Katherine Belaya’s implanted GPS tracker. Nicholai Rostov may have just saved her life or led her into a trap set by the Russians. Her lust for him is simple nerves, adrenaline pumped high by threat of bullets. As they fight for survival, Kate’s trust in Nick may be the only thing that’s keeping them alive.
BK: Thanks so much for joining us here today!
What future projects are you especially excited about?
FJ: Thanks so much for having me here Beth! I have a few future projects up my sleeve ““ I’m currently “brainstorming” a fallen angel story with the idea that our Earth is both hell and heaven depending on one’s outlook. I’m really excited about it as I love mythology type stories but haven’t really done one before.
BK: Ooh, that sounds really good.
Every writer has moments they cringe when they read past stuff, and moments when they think…yeah, that’s good. Would you please share with us a sample of your writing of which you are particularly proud and say why you like it?
Umm honestly? I am afraid to read anything that’s been “polished and published”. I’m afraid to find passages that would make me cringe or go “wtf were you thinking” or “why didn’t you linger there, it’s a punch moment!” This is especially true as I learn and grow as an author (you know my penchant for writing books and writing classes). Instead I concentrate on making each new story better and better using the tools I’m accumulating.
(Beth butting in. Oh, why are these authors having so much trouble answering this? Lol. Talented and modest, apparently. Since Fi wouldn’t comply, I’m including an excerpt from a novella called Cold Victory which Fi let me read in advance. It’s not edited, but it certainly highlights some of Fi’s terse, powerful prose and one of her trademarks—sizzling sexual tension.)
Excerpt from Cold Victory
She couldn’t move, couldn’t force herself to think. In a slow controlled motion, he banded his other arm around her, bringing her flush against him, back to chest, her buttocks pressed against an unmistakable arousal.
“I keep thinking about this,” he muttered in her ear, his rough voice an unwanted and delicious rasp over her senses. “I can’t get it to stop.”
She couldn’t speak because her throat went dry.
“You’re my officer. Hell, you shouldn’t be on this ship.” His breath caressed the sensitive shell of her ear. “And yet I want the hell out of you, without regard to sanity or protocol or code of conduct. Do you know why, Officer Scott?”
Wild tight shivers danced over her skin. “It’s not going to work.”
“We’re in agreement.” He led her to the nearest bulkhead, turned her around so that she faced him, thigh to thigh, chest against chest. Her nipples stabbed out, aching for his touch, her lips tingling when he lowered his mouth close to hers. “Let me propose a solution. We get it over with. And consider it done.”
She tried to speak, couldn’t get the words out. Then his mouth claimed hers and Zoya couldn’t do anything but grip those muscled arms.
He lips moved over hers, devouring her moans, her breaths, her hunger, his taste driving her mad. His skin felt moist under her fingers, heat over rock hard muscles. Her pulse was a dull roar in her head when Stark tore his mouth away to spin her around, so that she had to brace her hands on the cool plaster of the bulkhead, facing away from him once more, vulnerable and aroused.
“Do you think of it, Officer Scott?” That dark, dangerous voice caressed her ear. His large palms spanned her waist, slowly moving up over her ribs. “Do you think about how I would touch you?”
She couldn’t answer through the roar of heat.
“Do you think about what I’d do to you?” He cupped her breasts in those wide palms, lifted them, running his thumbs over the aching nipples. Mindless, she let her head fall back to be cradled on his wide shoulder.
“I know how you would taste. How you would feel when I’m inside you.” Rough breaths and breathless words.
She shuddered when his teeth scraped at the sensitive skin just below her ear then trailed fiery kisses to the hollow of her neck. She wanted him to slide his hands under her uniform, to touch her skin without the barriers of clothing.
“Do you think about it, Officer Scott?”
She exhaled sharply, fought for words.
“Tell me what you want.”
Zoya didn’t recognize the soft low tone as hers. “Just touch me.” She pushed at the arousal pressing into her buttocks, grinding herself against him for some semblance of relief. Slow, his hands left her breasts to start a torturous path over her belly, lower, finally cupping the center of her heat. The firm touch of his palm seared her through the dark fabric of her uniform.
BK: Love Fi’s writing style. It’s very unique. “Wild, tight shivers danced across her skin.” Okay, you wouldn’t show off, so I did for you. Now can you tell us about a “˜blush moment,’ an especially humorous or mortifying moment in your writing career?
FJ: Well, I once had an editor tell me “does he really have four hands??” Talk about mortifying!!
BK: Snort. What are you working on right now, and when can readers look forward to seeing it?
As I mentioned earlier the angel story ““ tentatively titled Tarnished Angel, and a contemporary spy sequel to Pitch Black, my upcoming release in Ellora’s Cavemen.
BK: You just won the dream vacation of your choice. Where would you go? Why? Who would go with you? What book would you bring with you? What would you make SURE you left behind?
FJ: I think I’d go to Alaska. I’ve always been a Bob Ross fan (the guy who paints on TV) and he does these gorgeous nature paintings inspired by Alaska. Its cold and snowy and gorgeous. Aside from my husband, I’d drag along my paints and the easel he made me. What would I make sure to leave behind?? Hm… Not sure! I’m pretty content in my life, so I can’t think of anything I’d have to escape.
Thanks so much for having me Beth!
BK: My pleasure, Fi. That was so nice, what you said. I’m going to tell your hubby you said that when you get here. 🙂 Learn more about Fi and her books here.
Stay tuned: We’ll take some pics of us in Tahoe and post one.
Here’s a pic of us at Tahoe!
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