Thursday, September 11, 2014

Cocktails & Cock Tales with Hank Edwards!

Today we have Hank Edwards at the cyber bar with a chance to win a FREE copy of his latest book Repossession. Hank is a curious mix of practical realist and feral dreamer with over a dozen books published. His body of work covers a host of genres from humor to paranormal to suspense to time travel romance. Like him on Facebook ( or and follow him on Twitter (@hanksbooks) to become a true "Hankie." You may also visit his website at or send along an email to

What we are Drinking
Really simple: A shot of vodka, then add lemonade. Enjoy!

Deanna: First things first. Where are you, and what are you wearing?

Hank: I am sitting at my desktop computer in my office, the walls of which are painted orange, and there’s a framed cover of my first Wilde City Press release, Cowboys & Vampires: Venom Valley Book One, a gift from a good friend, on the wall beside me. I’m wearing a T-shirt and shorts and there’s a nice breeze coming in the window. My black cat, Emma, is snoozing in her snakeskin round bed beside me. All is well and good.

Deanna: What’s your poison? Vodka? Gin? Beer?

Hank: Vodka. It’s a sly liquor, with no real taste or smell, but boy can it pack a punch! I like a simple drink, nothing fancy, and vodka and lemonade is one of my favorites.

Deanna: (((pours them both a round))) Cheers! And Great hat BTW!

Hank: (((tips his Detroit Tigers hat))) Thanks! It’s one of my favorites! I wear it mostly when I do yard work, but sometimes when I’m out and about.

Deanna: Now that we’re comfy, tell me about your new book? (((sips on her cocktail)))

Hank: (((sips drink, makes “ah” sound))) My latest book is titled “Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law,” and it’s a humorous … okay, kind of wacky, murder mystery. There are no erotic parts, and there’s a small romance that blooms during the story, but the focus of the story is on the characters and how they go about trying to solve the mystery and not kill each other in the process.

Deanna: Where did the idea for this story come from?

Hank: Gosh, you know, I’ve had this story on hard drives for at least fifteen years now, so not sure I can really remember. Seriously! I think the title came to me first, and then the idea formed from that. I worked on it off and on for so many years, and I finally told myself to stop picking at it and submit it. And lo and behold, it’s published! I think I started the first chapter (which has been rewritten at least 47 times) at a writing class in an old Detroit classic building, the Scarab Club, where a lot of readings and meetings between creative types have taken place. The Scarab Club sits behind the DIA just off Woodward and its creaky wooden floors and steps are a perfect underlay to the feeling of all this collected creative energy within its walls.

Deanna: What was the hardest part of writing this story for you?

Hank: I went back and forth with the tense in this story, if you can believe it. I started writing it in first person past tense, but it seemed stiff to me. Then I read a book (can’t recall which one) that was written in first person present tense and it felt more immediate to me, more urgent. I went through the entire draft of my story and switched all the tenses from past to present, so now it’s in first person present tense. Not many people have mentioned it in reviews or comments, so I think it’s passing muster with the readers.

Deanna: (((pours them another round))) Boy, these things are tasty!! Now, what’s the easiest thing about writing it?

Hank: (((sips))) Ah, thanks! The easiest thing was getting into the heads of my characters. I simply knew them, and I loved spending time with them. I actually felt bad for tossing all this bad stuff their way, but I knew deep down they would come together and resolve their issues, and the mystery!

Deanna: What is your dream story, your opus, if you will? The one you dream about writing but haven’t done it?

Hank: Oh man. (((chugs rest of drink))) I have a sci fi epic from five years ago that’s half written that I really need to get back to. I wrote it during NaNoWriMo and thought I had it almost finished, but then a friend beta read it for me and said she thought it was the first half of a truly epic story. And, dammit, she was right! I just need to make time to get back to it and finish it up. I really like the concept of it, and I have a lot of interesting characters involved, and I’d like to see them all find their ending, you know? Hopefully soon.

Deanna: When did you first discover you were a writer? Were you like sitting on the toilet and just said, “Ya know, I think I’m gonna write a book.” Or was it more profound? J

Hank: LOL! I started writing at a young age. I wrote sequels to movies I loved. I would type them up on a typewriter on 8.5x11 paper folded in half like a book. I was always creative! Then I wrote a couple stories in high school by hand in notebooks that I then transcribed to typewritten pages which are in a file cabinet in my basement. I really need to check those stories out, see if they can be updated somehow. Anyway, I’ve been writing since a young age, and before I was writing stories, I was creating comic strips with simple drawings and word balloons.

Deanna: What helps you when you are stumped on a scene in a manuscript? I usually have a cocktail … or three…LOL But that’s just me.

Hank: Sometimes a cocktail or seven help me, as well. But a lot of times when I’m stuck on a scene I put it aside and watch some TV or a movie or go out and cut the lawn or do yard work. In the back of my mind I can hear the words echoing around as my subconscious works out the knots, and sooner or later I’ll see a resolution to the block. If I’m not home and near the computer, I’ll write up a quick note in my phone to so I don’t lose the inspiration.

Deanna: Most of my stories have a theme song, do you do that for your characters?? If so what is it?

Hank: You know, I’ve never found a theme song for my stories. I like that idea though! For Alan Baxter, the main character in “Repossession is 9/10ths of the Law,” I’d have to say his theme song would need to be some with a blues feel to it, since he’s really going through a tough time.

Deanna: Tell us about a scene that you have written then afterwards, when you read it, you shocked yourself? You know I want a dirty answer (((hint hint)))

Hank: Hmm, there isn’t a scene like that in this book. But the scene that made me blush and gasp when I reread it again is in the third book of my Charlie Heggensford series, “Vancouver Nights,” when Charlie and Billy are tied up in leather slings and given enemas by the bad guys until they’re clean, then given champagne enemas which the bad guys drink from their assholes. LOL! I think I got the idea for that scene from the chapter title: “Champagne Enemas and Chug-a-lug Dreams.” Wild!

Deanna: (((chokes on drink))) OMG! That scene was CRAZY! But that is why I love you and your books! Now for the rest of you who joined us today, here is an excerpt from Reposession. DOn't forget to leave a comment for a chance to win the book!!

Alan Baxter barely scrapes by working as a deejay in suburban Detroit. To make ends meet, he takes a job as an automobile repossession agent, and discovers his very first assignment is a car owned by his drug dealer ex-boyfriend. On top of that, a body is discovered in the trunk…by a cop. Soon Alan’s life is completely upturned as he is pulled into a mystery involving more bodies, a highly lethal new street drug, a mysterious man with a top hat and cane, raging dwarves, a house fire, a cranky police detective, and his crankier cat!

“Hi, Jason,” I say as casually as possible, shivering in the pouring rain.
It takes a minute for him to recognize me, either because I am drenched and freezing or because he is stoned. Even from where I stand, I am able to make out the brilliant blue of his eyes as they widen in surprise. A smile eases across his handsome, unshaven face. “Alan?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, it’s me.”
“Wow. Well, damn, you look like hell,” Jason says with typical tactlessness.
“Ah,” I reply, biting back a vicious retort. “Well, you know, not at my best right now.”
Jason folds his muscular arms over his chest. Dear God he looks good, and I feel a sudden, and quite unwelcome, physical reaction. The gun now points out over the shaggy lawn toward his neighbor’s house across the street.
“What are you doing here?” he asks.
“Um, well,” I stammer, distracted by the gun as well as his physical presence—damn, how could he still be so handsome?—as I try to think up a good story on the fly.
“Did you track me down?” Jason grins with more self-assurance than the guerilla leaders of most third-world nations.
“Oh, um, well, not—not quite,” I say, wondering how long Gus will wait in his car down the block before cruising by to see how I am doing.
“Uh-huh,” Jason says and purses his full, soft lips. My eyes drop nervously to his hand, and he suddenly remembers the gun. He quickly tucks it in the back of his jeans, then waves for me to enter the house. “Want to come in? It’s not much, but the roof only leaks in the kitchen and bathroom.”
“Oh, you know, that sounds lovely, really,” I say, scuffing some of the mud off my shoes and onto his driveway. “But I really shouldn’t. It’s late, and I have to get up early and stuff tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay.” Jason crosses his arms and smiles at me. I have always hated that smile, the one that lets me know he is onto me. I could say whatever I wanted about not going into his house, but he knows the truth: I would have loved nothing more than to step foot inside his house and let our mutual attraction overtake us. Shit, I’d probably reroof the house if he asked me to.
This time, however, he doesn’t know I'm there to repossess his car, and that is why I stay centered and refuse his offer.

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Thursday, September 4, 2014

Cocktails & Cock Tales with Sharita Lira

Today we have Sharita Lira at the cyber bar. Sharita is in one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 4 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters. In addition to being a computer geek and a metalhead, Sharita loves live music, reading, and perusing the net for sexy men to be her muses.  She’s also a founding member and contributor to the heavy metalezine

What we are Drinking
Sharita L: Jack and Coke. Very Simple! ;)
Deanna: First things first. Where are you and what are you wearing?
Sharita: (((Drinks Jack and Coke))) In my kitchen and wearing a brown sundress. Nothing overly sexy, but comfortable since it’ hot. (((laughs)))
Deanna: What’s your poison? Vodka? Gin? Beer?
Sharita: (((Pours some more Jack Daniels in Glass))) Jack Daniels is my favorite poison, although I do love some Tequila from time to time.
Deanna: (((pours them both a round))) Cheers! Now that we’re comfy, tell me about your new book? (((sips on her cocktail)))
Sharita: (((sips and pours more Jack in))) Ah, now that’s better. My latest book is called Something About Jayden. It’s a love story under my sensual pseudonym Rawiya about two men; one older, Isaac Bridges who is closeted and married and the other, a young Hispanic male intern named Jayden DeMario looking to succeed at the company Isaac runs. The two meet and the sparks are evident but Isaac is married, which presents problem one. Problem two? Jayden doesn’t want a relationship on the job.
Deanna: Where did the idea for SOMETHING ABOUT JAYDEN come from? 
Sharita: (((takes another sip))) I actually thought of the idea when I was at work. I love May/December romances and there really aren’t that many stories out there featuring gay main characters of Black and/or Latino descent. More Diversity is needed in all romances. Okay, sorry, off my soapbox. 
Deanna: What was the hardest part of writing this story for you?
Sharita: (((finishing the drink and covers mouth))) Excuse me! Um, I believe the ending, which I always struggle with. I was anxious about ending it too soon. They only had sex once and I think I did a good job with it, but I worried if I needed more action and or sex. After the betas went over it, they all said they went through enough. They’re truly loveable characters. I hated to see their story end.
Deanna: (((pours them another round))) Boy, these things are tasty!! Now, what’s the easiest thing about writing your book?
Sharita: (((gulps immediately)) Um, I’d say the conversation. With Jayyyy… oops (((slurs words))) Jayden it seemed to come real natural. (((fans self))) Um, is it getting hot in here, Deanna?
Deanna: Uh no. So, are you a plotter or a panster? (((Blinks)))
Sharita: (((still fanning and wipes sweat off brow))) I’m a mixture of… all 3… oops (((holds up fingers))) Two. I like to plot and pan. (((giggles)))
Deanna: How long have you been writing?
Sharita: (((laughs out loud))) Not long enough apparently. I really need to slow down on these drinks. That last one hit me hard! (((still laughing like a hyena)))
Deanna: (((clears throat))) Um Sharita, do you ever have writers block? On those occasions that I do, I usually have a cocktail … or three…LOL But that’s just me.
Sharita: Nope, not really. (((hiccups and giggles)))
Deanna: Most of my stories have a theme song, do you do that for your characters?? If so what is it?
Sharita: That would be an old  R&B some, What You Won’t Do For Love. That really isn’t my type of music, but this song spoke to…spoke to… um… me and my characters.
Deanna: Tell us about a scene that you have written then afterwards, when you read it, you shocked yourself? You know I want a dirty answer (((hint hint)))
Sharita: (((Straightens in chair))) I’d have to say the stripper scene I wrote under my Michael Mandrake name for I Like Em Pretty. I think I rocked that scene and showed how beautiful Kajika really is. I captured his dance… the man is just hot. And for this book, the sex scene was beautiful. They only have one and I was floored. I’ll give you a piece down below. And thanks for having me tod…today. (((Covers mouth and giggles))) Let’s have another now that the interview is over!

Isaac Bridges has it all: wealth and success. Yet and still, there are two things he desires more than anything. Denton & Associates back under his family’s name and a male lover he can call his own. 
Jayden Demario, a handsome college student from a tough neighborhood is looking to make his career in advertising. His “madre” encourages him to take time out and find love but he wishes to follow his career path first and foremost. 
Both men are missing a significant other in their lives, will stupid pride and hurtful secrets stand in the way of what could be a perfect union?

Excited and jumpy about what was to come, Jayden completely ignored the d├ęcor of Isaac’s condo and instead concentrated on their heated embrace. With each kiss, Jayden’s heart fluttered and his stomach was in knots over what was to happen.
When they reached the top, Isaac carried him into the large bedroom with the four-poster bed, dropping him lightly onto the mattress. With a wild look in his eyes, he hovered over Jayden, rubbing his covered erection against Jayden’s inner thigh.
Oh God.
Jayden licked his lips, never breaking the gaze between him and Isaac. He ogled Isaac’s caramel body, loving how firm and perfectly built he was in all the right places. Perfect pecs, the lines and valleys that led to his rock hard abs, the man was a living Greek god, and Jayden couldn’t help but be impressed. He toyed with Isaac’s boxers, tracing the seam, desperately wanting to see what was underneath the black fabric. “Are you going to take these off for me?” Jayden knew he would but wanted to see it sooner rather than later.
“Yes, but I wanted to stare at this lovely body I’ve dreamed about for months. I want to study it…” Isaac dragged his long finger from the tip of Jayden’s chin down his neck and onto his collarbone. “I want to know every part…” Isaac leaned down and placed a light peck on Jayden’s Adam’s apple. “Every nook…” Isaac trailed down to the center of Jayden’s chest with his nose while his finger pinched Jayden’s nipple.
“Ugnnhh…” Jayden winced, and his cock sprung a leak. Damn he wanted this man so bad, but Isaac seemed totally content with playing this way. “Isaac, please…”
“Every crevice…” Isaac continued to move down with his nose and lips to the space in between Jayden’s navel and waist. His tongue fiddled with the gold ring while he gently dragged his fingertips against Jayden’s skin.
“Ooh, Isaac… Oh God… Please…” Jayden clawed the covers and squirmed underneath his touches. “You’re gonna make me suffer for making you wait, right? Oh God, please don’t, I can’t…”
“No suffering… I told you, just exploring. I want to make you completely comfortable.” Isaac circled his belly button with his tongue and dropped lower until he got to Jayden’s waistband. Isaac didn’t bother removing Jayden’s boxers, instead, he dipped some more, nuzzling a space on the side of his erection. He licked it through the fabric, suckled and nibbled on that spot while running his fingers over Jayden’s nut sack.
“Fuuu….Oh God, Isaac… Please…” Jayden gnashed his teeth, and his eyes rolled up into his head. His whole brain turned to mush from what Isaac was doing to him. “Damn, Isaac…you’re gonna make me come, I swear… Oh God. I’m not gonna last.”

RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. She loves multiracial characters who overcome obstacles other than race. Sweet, sassy, and spicy would be the best way to describe her work. Happily married mother of two, loves music, computers, and travel. She blogs regularly at Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiya's blog on Wordpress.

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