Welcome all, to the start of the Release Contest! Today, we have Kelly Jamieson visiting. She’s a fellow EC and Samhain author, in addition to also being represented by Laura Bradford, who also represents me. Please join me in giving Kelly a warm hello.
Beth: Welcome, Kelly!
Thank you for having me Beth!
Beth: What book are you going to tell us about today?
Rigger is my most recent release with Ellora’s Cave. Alek is a photographer who likes to tie up women. As a rigger, he’s into the aesthetics of bondage—the pattern of rope against skin, the marks left in tender flesh—but he also likes the high of being in control and, oh yeah, it turns him on. When he needs a model to complete the photographs for his book on rope bondage, he asks his friend Shaela. She disapproves of his kinky sexual habits, but he’s a friend and she agrees to help. She’s not prepared for the experience of being tied up and how it makes her feel.
I’ve really enjoyed writing stories with elements of BDSM, there is so much potential for self-discovery and deep emotion. I love the spiritual aspects of Shibari and this story seems to intrigue people with the “bondage as art”-aspect!
Beth: You mostly write in the contemporary genre (which I also enjoy). Why are you drawn to the contemp genre? Are there any other genres you gravitate towards?
I think my preferences lay with contemporary stories because it is just so real to me. It’s easy to identify with characters who live in a similar world to mine. If I’m reading a story that involves complex world building, sometimes I just get lost, especially if it’s highly technical! But I do enjoy reading in other genres, especially historical. I find if a favorite contemporary author also writes historical or fantasy or paranormal, I will likely enjoy those stories too. Funnily enough, the story I submitted to Laura Bradford (our agent) (small squee!) started off as a paranormal, my first attempt at trying something new. When she read the full manuscript, she told me the paranormal elements seemed extraneous to the story and gave the “revise and resubmit” invitation. So I rewrote the story as a straight contemporary. It was so easy to do I realized she was clearly right! Maybe I’m not meant to write anything other than contemporary (although I do have this idea floating around in my head…)
Beth: You are noted for writing excellent sexual tension. In your opinion, what creates believable, palpable…sliceable (grin) sexual tension?
Ooh thank you for that Beth! I do love creating sexual tension and heat. I think it’s important to involve all the senses and I also think it’s all about the emotion the characters are feeling. We all hear how important conflict is, both internal and external, and it’s so true. It has to mean something to the characters for it to impact the reader. It’s something I’ve worked hard on since I started writing.
Beth: You are not allowed to bow out of this part—I can’t believe how modest authors usually are, refusing to do this part!—please give us a paragraph or two from your writing of which you are particularly proud. Why do you like this portion?
Oh boy. That is so hard. I need a lot of time between when I write something and when I can actually be objective enough to be proud of it. At the time I’m writing it I usually think it’s complete crap! Here are a couple of paragraphs from Rigger that I kinda sorta like:
“His gaze was riveted to her face, the perfect pale oval of it, her mouth shiny in the candlelight, her big eyes dark, full of worship and longing, love and devotion. He sank into her softness, lost himself in it, one achingly sweet sensation after another, building and building. Pleasure expanded through his chest, swelling inside him.
He fell over her with a long groan, their bodies melting together, the intensity ferocious, the candles at the edges of his vision making it feel as if the bed were in flames around them. She bit his shoulder, softly, then her tongue glided over his skin, sending sparks shooting through his veins. Her hands slid over him and she moved against him, beneath him, with him, around him, everything to him in that moment, and he lost his mind.”
Congratulations on signing with the awesome agent Laura Bradford. (That makes us Bradford Sisters, which is a much less scary thing than a Stepford Wife). What did signing with an agent mean to you? How did you react when you got ‘the call’ from Laura? What did you write for Laura that made her call?
Thanks for the congrats! I love how Laura’s authors have bonded together in the Bradford Bunch group and I appreciate their welcome.
Laura called me back in August about the book I’d submitted to her, Never Alone. The story is about two agents, one ATF, one DEA, both working on cases involving the Death Angels, an outlaw motorcycle gang. Ryan needs a female agent on his undercover case, and Sera needs to get inside the Death Angels to link them to a big drug cartel. I don’t even want to talk about the all the rejections that led up to “the call” (even by Laura, LOL) and I’d like to say I was professional and blasé, but the truth is, I was shaking like crazy and all tongue-tied when she called. Laura was absolutely one of my top picks for an agent, and I almost couldn’t believe it was real! The other day in the bookstore with my husband I kept picking up books off the shelf, all star-struck, and saying “My agent represents this author, and this author, and this author…” — I feel so proud to be one of that group, and hope one day one of those books on the shelf will be mine.
What will you bring to your readers in 2010 and beyond?
So far I have two releases scheduled for 2010, both with Samhain Publishing, and they are both ones I’m really excited about. I don’t think I can match 2009 with the 8 releases I had last year, but the truth is I’m exhausted from that pace! I have a few projects I’m working on. They’re all bigger, more challenging projects for me and they’re going a lot slower than I’m used to, but I hope to have at least a couple of other stories out in 2010. And of course I’m hoping for good news from Laura about Never Alone.
Thanks so much for the opportunity to be a guest at your blog Beth! I mentioned to you that I recently read your book Sweet Restraint and I’ll be picking up many more of yours, since I loved it!
Here’s an excerpt from Rigger:
He returned to her and carefully untied her wrists, lifting each arm to press a gentle kiss to the marks there. A deep yearning blossomed low inside her. For what? She pressed her fingers to her eyes, filled with confusion.
He sat down on the futon near her hip and touched his fingertips to her face. “Don’t you see what’s going on, Shaela? Haven’t you figured it out? After these nights here?”
What was he talking about? She stared back at him, his fingers on her face seductively sweet.
“I could see it,” he said, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip. “I could see it in your face as I arranged the rope around you. I felt your fear—when you realized how vulnerable you were. I could see that you wanted what I was doing to you.”
No. She wanted to argue with him, to deny what he said, but the words wouldn’t come out. His gaze pinned her to the mattress of the futon. His fingers moved to the rope that still circled her body, and began to remove it. He lifted and shifted her body, and the rope’s velvet roughness scraped her sensitive flesh as he pulled it off.
He looked down at the marks on her body and traced his fingers over them, rubbing gently. “You look so beautiful with my marks on you,” he murmured, and when his fingers dipped between her legs where the rope had been, she twitched. Her body hummed.
“Don’t you recognize what’s inside yourself, Shaela?”
Her mind was starting to drift away again at the touch of his hands on her, rubbing and massaging tender places.
She tried to focus on his face, tried to remind herself they shouldn’t be doing this, but pleasure was licking over every nerve ending, heating her up yet again.
His face. His burnt-sugar-colored hair hanging over his forehead, his topaz eyes rimmed with dark lashes, his perfect mouth with its full bottom lip and sharply carved upper lip. She lifted a hand to touch, rasped her fingers over a scruff of whiskers on his jaw, traced a high cheekbone, then one silky eyebrow. He watched her intently.
“You don’t want to answer me, do you?”
His mouth curved into a smile.
“Do you want me to show you?”
A frown tugged at her eyebrows. “Show me what?”
“What’s inside you.”
She moved her head back and forth. She had no idea what he was talking about, she’d lost her ability to focus her thoughts much earlier in the evening.
He leaned over her and kissed her, and once again even though she knew she shouldn’t, she kissed him back. Because he tasted so good. Because his mouth felt so good on her, warm and firm. Because she loved the slide of his tongue into her mouth.
“You like being tied up, don’t you, Shaela?” He licked her mouth. “Admit it.”
Her eyes flew open wide. What the hell was he saying?
She jerked her head to the side to avoid his mouth. She put her hands on his chest and shoved. Hard.
He jerked back. His brows snapped together.
“What are you saying?” she demanded. “Get off me.”
Her eyebrows shot up. Her mouth opened. His weight pinned her to the mattress but she began to struggle anyway, although how she thought she was going to get a man who probably weighed eighty pounds more than her off, she had no idea. And a thrill of excitement shivered over her.
Oh dear god, he could not be right about this. It was insane. It was what she hated, what she’d fought against every day of her life.
“You’re crazy!” she said through gritted teeth, still pushing at him. “That is not who I am! You know that!”
“I used to know it,” he said, voice low and husky near her ear. “But since we started doing these photos, I’ve seen inside you, Shaela. I’ve seen things you don’t want me to see. Things you don’t want anyone to see.” He kissed the side of her neck then licked it. She shivered. “Things you don’t want yourself to see.”
“No.” She closed her eyes. “No.”
She could admit to getting carried away by being photographed in erotic poses by an attractive man. She could even consider the possibility that she was attracted to Alek as more than just a friend, although that was a terrifying thought. But the idea that she wanted him to do wicked things to her…
A shiver ran over her. No. No, no, no.
“Alek, truly. I’m serious. I’m not like that. Please. Let me up.”
He went very still, then sat up straight. She looked into his face. She expected to see anger. Annoyance. Frustration.
Instead she saw understanding. Affection. Patience.
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