Today,
I am welcoming fellow Decadent Publishing author Lea Bronsen
to my blog. Not only does she have a hot
new release, High-Risk Fever,
to tell us about, but she’s also agreed to be my first 1-2-3 Author Q&A
guest. So, thank you, Lea!
Lea
is answering three questions: on Writing, the Writer, and the Book.
On Writing
Do
you agree with the adage “Write what you know”?
Absolutely not. I’ll write any new idea that comes
to mind, no matter how unfamiliar it is. Any perspective, setting, plot, time period, etc. I’ve honestly described a lot of weird things
that I’ve never experienced myself! I just try to get into the character’s head
and hear his thoughts, feel what he has inside, see the
world with his eyes. For example, although having no idea what goes on in a
psycho’s mind, I wrote a sadistic rape scene in my debut novel. Then, sometimes
my knowledge is so limited, I’ll need to conduct research.
When I decided to write male gay sex scenes in High-Risk Fever, obviously there were quite a few practical details
I didn’t know, so finding out about these—and no, I won’t tell you how!—was
quite… ahem… interesting, lol.
The
Writer
What
is your favorite movie?
I’ll never tire of watching the old spaghetti
western Once Upon a Time in the West from
‘68 with the quiet, lonely avenger Charles Bronson, the timeless beauty Claudia
Cardinale, and the super cool outlaw Jason Robards. This classic movie is larger-than-life, it has soul.
I love everything about it, from the grandiose Wild West backdrop, the
brilliant casting, the poignant multi-layered story, Sergio Leone’s close-up
filming and endless scenes, the sweat, the smells, the heat, the tension…to the
epic film score composed by Ennio Morricone
(whose name you’ll find in my book, by the way, as a small tribute,) and the
haunting harmonica melody!
The Book
I
see High-Risk Fever takes place in
the French Alps, have you ever been?
Yes, I’ve visited several sites in the
French Alps, but the small village and bed & breakfast in the book are actually taken from mountains on the other side of
France, the Pyrenees. I spent a few days there a few years ago and found both
the scenery and the b&b
we stayed at so perfectly picturesque, I had to use them as a setting in a story—and
so almost every detail in High-Risk Fever
is accurate! Except one thing: I didn’t go up to the attic to peep through a
hole in the tenants’ roof as the heroine Anne does *laughs*
Blurb:
Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village
in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to
spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the
quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband,
Brian.
A power outage plunges the
foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long
secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned.
But once the storm
moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
Excerpt:
Breathing deeply to calm her
nerves, she approached the unfortunate bicyclist and bent to grab his
handlebar.
Surely by pure coincidence,
one of his gloved hands landed on hers, curling strong fingers around her small
ones and helping her pull until the bike stood upright between them.
Still, even as he stood on
his feet, his hand lingered, holding hers firmly on the hard-plastic handle.
Anne looked up into his
face, seeing him for the first time. How in the world had she missed such a
jewel earlier? Among tanned, Latin features, a pair of black diamonds sparkling
with mischief stared back without shame. His long, black locks were swept back
in a ponytail, revealing a single golden earring in his left lobe. Large chest
muscles heaved beneath a tight, pink spandex shirt, begging to be caressed by a
woman’s hand, and black chest hairs peeked from the open collar.
Unable to believe the
seductive intensity he exuded, she sucked in a breath and held it while the
world narrowed. Her head buzzed. “What?”
“What?” The beautiful bicyclist
used the same low tone, his full lips forming a teasing grin inches from her
face. He was so near she could smell his hot breath. Intoxicating.
How had he come so close?
And how long before her husband noticed?
Thankfully, Brian’s calm,
indifferent voice rose behind her, addressing the blond bicyclist. “So you’re
looking for a place to stay?”
“Yeah.
We’ve already asked in several different villages on our way here.”
Anne tugged at her trapped
hand and took a demonstrative step back. “Please.”
“Oh.” Feigning surprise, the
dark beauty lifted an eyebrow and removed his hand, allowing her to retrieve
hers. “Sorry,” he added, rolling a thick R with his tongue, keeping his
lips parted a second too long. A move so deliberately naughty, her stomach
knotted with need.
As she retreated, he studied
her face with a grin, arrogance and amusement gleaming in his dark eyes, before
turning his attention to the two other men.
Blood pulsing in her temples, she
copied his movement.
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