Thank you Honor for having me as a guest on your blog.
This is an interesting coincidence. March 10th is, or more correctly was, my wedding anniversary. My ex-husband and I chose to be apart, and I’m very pleased to say that we parted amicably. To this day we are still friends. The character Adrian, in Dulce Isle doesn’t have that little bit of comfort. His wife was ripped from his life. The finality of death ending a relationship is a hard pill to swallow. I may not be “in love” with my Ex, but he and I spent a lifetime together. I care for him as a person and will mourn his loss when he passes. I can only imagine how Adrian feels.
Dulce Isle is about accepting loss and rediscovering who you are. Allowing oneself to be happy is difficult. Moving on after a devastating loss is heartbreaking. Discovering that your sexual desires are not what most people consider “normal” is confusing and yet somehow exhilarating. Join Adrian as he discovers that his life is not over, it has just begun.
Adrian Asorio can't seem to move on after the death of his beloved wife Angelina. While trying to fill the lonely hours in his empty life, he discovers Minerva's Mystic Museum. A painting of a female artist painting a nude male model fascinates him. He finds himself thinking about, and wanting, the male model. He begins to question his sexuality.
Adrian is chosen as this full moon's mystic walker. He is transported to Dulce Isle where he meets Jon and Rosa in the flesh. Adrian must confront his newly discovered sexual orientation and overcome the guilt he feels.
Rosa DeVario and Jon Balentine shared a life with Rosa’s husband, Leon. When Leon died, both were heartbroken. Without Leon as their common denominator, Jon has reverted to his "loving men only" lifestyle, leaving Rosa without a partner.
Will Adrian's arrival on Dulce Isle be the answer that mends three tattered and broken lives? The universe has provided the opportunity…Adrian's heart holds the key.
YOU AND THE BIZ
Is your work based on real life experience? If it's not would you want it to be?
Heavens no, I’m way too shy and introverted for my work to be based on my experiences, well most of them anyway...although I have had my moments. Not having the actual experience doesn't slow down my imagination though. My published work consists of three erotic romances and one mainstream historical romance. I don't think I'd like to live the kind of stories I write about. On a day to day basis it would be too much, but I really loved living in them as I created them.
Where did the idea for Dulce Isle come from?
The Mystic Museum Series will include something from multiple sub-genres. I have six novellas completed for the series. Each story is vastly different. Dulce Isle is the second book in The Mystic Museum Series. The first novella, Howling at the Moon is a shape shifter ménage. Dulce Isle explores the changing sexual preferences of a newly widowed man. I suppose you could say Dulce Isle touches the MM genre. The third novella, Unleashing the Woman Within, has been accepted for publication and has BSDM elements.
How long does it take you to create a novel?
That depends on the novel. Anonymous, my first published novella, took just under a month. The very first novel I ever attempted to write is an epic fantasy. I worked on that piece, on and off, for a few years. Most of my work takes a few months. The stories in the Mystic Museum Series are novellas, so they aren't very long.
Do you like to read the genre that you write?
Yes, but if I want to snuggle down, and leave the world for a little while, give me an historical romance. My second novel, The Curse of Winford Manor falls into that genre. I couldn't believe how much research was needed to write it. Granted, the story did involve time travel, so I had to make sure of what things did, and what things didn't, exist in the early 1900's. The heroine had a ballpoint pen in her possession. Ballpoint pens did not exist in 1910, but I managed to work it into the story.
What is your favorite part of writing?
Getting lost in the story. When the characters take over I'm just along for the ride. They allow me to document their journey. It can be a blast.
Now, your least favorite part?
That would be the promotion and selling end of it. Since I'm shy and quiet, it's difficult to push myself out there and ask people to "buy my book." With each new thing I learn about the process, it gets easier, but I don't enjoy it.
You have twin daughters. Do they read your work?
One of them doesn't have a problem with it, at all. The other seems to be embarrassed about reading it, but she doesn't have a problem with the fact that I write it. She read Fifty Shades of Grey, so it’s not the content. It’s the “You’re my Mom,” factor.
How does the man in your life feel about the genre you write? Has he read any of your work?
Males, in general (this is a very broad statement) are more visual creatures. He has read some of it, but he tends to skim to the sex scenes. He's happy that I've been published, and he doesn't have a problem with the genre.
QUICKIES ABOUT YOU
Peach to look at, but I can't wear it, black to wear, purple for flowers. It would seem that I don’t have one.
Dress up or dress down?
Definitely dress down. I like my lounging comfort.
Dine in or dine out?
A little of both is nice, but I like to eat in.
List these in order of preference, French food, Chinese food, Italian food, Indian food, Home cooking, backyard BBQ.
Home cooking, Italian, Chinese, backyard BBQ, (I'm not one for French or Indian so I can't rate them)
Coffee or Tea
How do you feel about exercise?
I feel that I should do more of it. At my age things don't bend and stretch the way they used to.
Texting...love it or hate it?
I'm learning to appreciate it. A year ago I would have said hate it.
Dulce Isle Adult Excerpt
Rosa paced the length of her bedroom. Nervous, pent-up sexual desire had her wide awake. Her negligee didn’t help her condition either. Silky as it was, it caressed her nipples, making them bud.
She looked at the small grandfather clock on the fireplace mantle. The pendulum swung to a precise rhythm. Eleven o’clock it chimed. Eleven wasn’t that late. She would pay Adrian a late-night visit. She rarely had sex with a man the first time she met him. Adrian was special. She was going to follow her instincts about this man.
Rosa flowed down the hall past Jon’s door. Jon’s room was close to the master suite as a matter of convenience. She had Adrian housed here in the hopes that he’d be interested in a tryst either with her or with Jon, hopefully with both of them. Her husband had opened her eyes to what loving two men was about. Loving two men, who loved to love each other, was even better yet. She looked wistfully but didn’t pause as she passed Jon’s door. First things first.
She tapped lightly on Adrian’s door. If he was sleeping, she didn’t want to disturb him. A moment later, Adrian’s bare chest filled the space of the door he’d just opened. Jon had lent him pajama bottoms, she noticed.
His face registered surprise at seeing her. His eyes were filled with a man’s appreciation and desire. She chanced a glance at his crotch. His cock shouted where his proclivity pointed. He did still like women.
“Rosa,” he said. His voice seemed overly deep.
“Am I disturbing you, Adrian?” she asked.
“No, I was just getting ready to go to bed.”
She smiled. “That sounds tempting.” He remained in the doorway. “May I come in?” she asked.
“I…I…” he stammered.
“Adrian, don’t be embarrassed. I am a pretty direct kind of person.” She looked at him, trying to gauge his feelings. In for a penny, in for a pound. “In the light of our earlier conversation, I thought you might be interested in some company. Our banter has me wound up pretty tight. I could use some release. I was hoping you would oblige me.” She gave him a sultry smile. The smile she knew drove a man wild. “Can you help me out, Adrian?” She sighed and ran her hand down his chest through its light smattering of hair, down to his pajama pants where she expertly dipped inside the elastic waistband to capture his engorged rod. “I see that you can,” she said with a purr.
His breath hitched.
He looked surprised. He looked hungry. He looked confused. “What is it, Adrian?” she asked, stroking his implement.
“I haven’t had a woman since my wife died.”
“I can’t say the same for me about my husband. I’ll be more than happy to reintroduce you to sex.” “I…I…”
“Adrian, trust me. It won’t hurt.” She giggled. “Unless you want it to.” She pinched his nipples with her free hand.
“You aren’t afraid I’ll hurt you? After two years, I may not be able to control my desire. I could go a little crazy. Angelina didn’t like it when I lost control.”
“I like a good wild fuck every now and again. I’m feeling like that might be in order tonight. My cunt is already hot and ready. Just as ready as you are.” She stroked the length of his shaft.
She moved away from him and stood near the bed. She removed her robe and dropped it to the floor. “Do you want to see my body, Adrian?”
He nodded dumbly, his eyes burning with barely contained desire.
She slipped out of the straps and let her negligee slide below her breasts.
His gaze devoured her. Oh how she loved the feeling a man’s desire gave her. Her pussy began to drip. She cupped her breasts in her hands, and the negligee slid over her shapely hips as it floated to the floor.
He licked his lips. His hunger was evident.
“Your bottoms, Adrian, I’d like some company in this state of undress.” He stepped out of his bottoms immediately. He was looking at her with the same intent that a cat displayed just before it was ready to pounce on a mouse.
“That’s better. Do you want to fuck me, Adrian?” She strutted in front of the bed.
Speechless, he nodded. His hands seemed to twitch.
“Tell me, Adrian. Tell me you want to fuck me. You’ll tell me what you want, and I will tell you what I want. Do we have a deal?”
“Tell me, Adrian.”
“We have a deal,” he said in a horse whisper.
“What do you want, Adrian?”
“I want to fuck you,” he rasped as if it was pulled from him with great difficulty.
She moved as she spoke, a sensuous nymph, acting out her words. “What would you do if I were to lie on the bed and spread my legs wide for you like this?”
His hand had gone to his crotch as if he were in pain.
“Tell me, Adrian. Show me, Adrian.” She fingered her pussy. Her legs spread wide, inviting him.
He swallowed hard. “I want…” He closed his eyes as if in pain.
“Adrian, Angelina would want you to enjoy your life. She would want you to continue to live without her. She is probably very upset with you because you haven’t moved on.”
“I do need to move on…for her and for me.” He sounded sad.
“Adrian, look at me.” She waited until her eyes were locked with his. “I am here, flesh and blood. My body aches for you. Show me that you are alive. Honor her memory by being alive. Let us rejoice in life together. Fuck me and let’s live again.” She stretched her arms out to him. “Mount me, Adrian, and fuck me like the stallion I know you are.”
“My wife never talked like you do.”
“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”
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