Good morning! Please welcome guest author Tuesday Morrigan. Though I will be away for most of the day, please feel free to leave comments for Tuesday and I will post them as soon as I return. Thank you!
~Kate
What is one of your favorite things about writing?
The freedom. I can write anywhere about anything. All I need to do is feel the story and I’m off.
When you’re brainstorming for a new story, what usually comes first for you, the plot or the characters?
It depends on the story. Some storylines are plot driven while others come with fully developed characters.
Are you a plotter or a pantser?
Plotter to the nth degree. I used to be panster but now I need to do world building and character profiles before I even start outlining.
What is the most difficult thing about writing?
Sitting down. Once I’m at the computer everything flows, but actually getting myself to be productive can be a challenge since there are so many other things vying for my attention.
Would you tell us about your latest release?
Sure. Quality Control is Casimir and Maya’s love story.
Casimir Johan (CJ) Claus, St. Nick’s nephew is not happy to be banished to the ice wasteland of Frost Falls, Minnesota to manage the geriatric gifts center until he spots Maya, the head of Quality Control, a dark, plump, and curvaceous elf.
Maya Lacey is focused on making sure each and every gift is just right for every child, even those with over six decades under their belt. She knows many don’t respect her division but she’s determined to make sure the wicked Claus doesn’t ruin the holidays. She just never expected to be at the mercy of his wicked magic.
Do you have an excerpt from your latest release you would like to share?
Maya groaned at the first feel of Casimir’s lips. Maybe it was the alcohol or sweets, but the gentle touch of his lips made her body burn for more. She opened her mouth and lifted her head, pressing closer.
Mouth pillowing hers, Casimir growled something indecipherable. She felt the sound to the depth of her core. It echoed between her breasts and settled between her thighs. Damn! She wanted this infuriating man.
His tongue, swift and sure, slipped past her parted lips to sweep deep into her mouth, while his hands moved around her waist to pull her against him. She could feel every inch of his chiseled form, from his hard chest to the long length of his legs and the swollen line of his cock between them.
He deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with hers, just as his hands settled along her lower back. Her stomach jumped and she shuddered when he pressed his fingers against the flesh revealed by her open back dress. Every ridge of his fingerprints marked her skin. Then he slid those large hands up her back, teasing and igniting along the way, until he reached her nape. He tightened his fingers in the loose bun and tilted her head to the side. He broke off the kiss to press his heated mouth against her throat, mapping the column of her neck from the sensitive flesh beneath her ear to her collarbone. Lips. Tongue. Teeth. He used everything to drive her to a boiling point.
“God,” she moaned as the heat from his mouth seared her to the bone. The way he made her feel was disarming. Maya didn’t like Casimir Claus. Sure, the man was gorgeous and had a smile that lit up his face.
And her day.
But he was her boss, and the jerk who stole her job.
She didn’t want to like him.
Of course working with Casimir had dashed that. He was a frighteningly brilliant businessman with the ability to commandeer a room just by walking into it and he instinctively knew what to say to improve employee morale.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous.” Then his lips were back on hers and any thoughts in her head flew away under the onslaught of his talented mouth. Fingers buried in the crisp fabric of his dress shirt, she basked in the kiss as she rocked her hips against his, desperately trying to get closer, deeper to the source of the lovely way her body felt.
His palms skimmed down her back and sides to cup her bottom. She shivered. Then they snaked beneath her dress. He fingered the lacy edge of her underwear, setting tendrils of pleasure from her ass to the sheath. She was wet.
He tightened his hold and lifted her off her feet. Maya yelped in surprise at the swift act even as she wrapped her legs around his trim waist. He backed them against a wall and ground his hips against hers. Eyes closed, teeth digging into her bottom lip, Maya pressed her head against the wall as she rolled her hips to meet his. Her pussy was wet and tight, aching with the need to be filled.
Nose buried at her throat, he nuzzled her. “Fuck! I knew you’d burn brightly.”
The soft words were breathed against her collarbone, making goose bumps break out wherever they touched. The ache in her breasts grew, her nipples already tight, seemed to cry out for attention. “Casimir,” she moaned.
“I want you. Let me have you. I promise to make it good, make you come and come.”
What three words would the hero of your story use to describe his love interest?
Beautiful. Driven. Uninterested.
What three words would the heroine of your story use to describe her love interest?
Handsome. Charming. Trouble.
Would you tell us about yourself?
Tuesday Morrigan began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the romance novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday is still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like Buffy, Angel, and her latest infatuation, Supernatural, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favorite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche.
You can learn more about Tuesday, including what’s her latest project, at her website, www.tuesdaymorrigan.net, and you can reach her at tuesdaymorrigan@gmail.com.
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