Monday, April 26, 2010

Interview with one of the Queens of BDSM, Lissa Matthews

Lissa's one of our authors here at Romance Writers Behaving Badly and I was interested to learn so much about her -- supposedly she loves all things BDSM. Hmmm... wonder what her house looks like. She's not just fascinated by BDSM but is also into fetishes (my kind of woman... hmmm. maybe I should have asked her about that one episode of Bones with the riders and ponies. Ahem, back to business...)

Before getting into the nitty gritty details, you have to check out her very purple and very hawt website,  http://www.lissamatthews.com/ . If you read to the end, you'll even find she's given us a bit of a surprise to start your week.

So let's get started.

Lissa, it's good to see a contemp/paranormal author who really gets into her work. And I love the little surprise  you pulled together for our readers. Now, since your stories are all about kink, I've gotta ask, what’s the kinkiest, sexiest thing you’ve ever done:

Well, there was the… and then there was the… and I can’t forget that time that…

LOL. Sounds like a biography would be a great sell for you. Just how bad do you get with your writing, are we talking just suggestion or down right bondage? Downright BAD

Hmmmm... we'll have to get back to that one. I wanna know more. But besides the downright kinky, what’s the best thing you’ve ever written? The best line? Some of the personal accounts I’ve written that haven’t been for public consumption are the best things because they are so honest.

Interesting, if you can make real life good, your fiction must be even better.

Talking about real life, if you could have any movie star take on a role as one of your heroes, who would it be? I have no idea. I don’t model my heros or heroines from Hollywood.

Keepin' it real then. I like that. Except for that new secret fantasy I have of TJ Thyne. Sigh....

TJ is kind of short... for you does size count… I mean, on average, how loooooonnnnnggg do you like your (um, how do we put it delicately) manuscripts to be ( in words silly, not inches) and how steamy? I want the pages on fire steamy. And I am learning to like them… longer, thicker.

Longer and thicker hmmm... sometimes that's the hardest part of writing a story - getting the length right but what are the hardest scenes for you to write? Oddly enough, the sex.

I'm finding that to be true too. Some people write from experience. But how close in real life have you gotten to one of your fantasies? Ummm, yeah, I plead the 5th. LOL. Nearly everything I’ve written, I’ve done.

The sex scenes should be a piece of cake for you then :> 

Back on track... What would you want other writers and your readers to know about you? I drink way too much coffee, I love what I do, I hate waiting, and I’ll write anyone into a book *grins*

And finally anything you would like to share with us, an excerpt, a tidbit, or anything else about yourself? Oh, I’m always happy to share an excerpt. Since I mentioned Simple Need earlier, I’ll give you a naughty little taste of it.

Simple Need excerpt:

She was on him in a second. The force of her launching herself at him pressed him back against the wall of the building as she pulled his mouth down to hers. Maybe she wasn’t as buttoned down as he’d first thought.

Her kiss was hungry and desperate. He hated that she’d been driven to need what he could give, but at the same time, he’d give it all and then some, grateful that he had what she needed. He was suddenly very glad that he’d stopped at the bar on his way home.

His arms wrapped around her and he turned them, reversing their positions. With a groan, he tore away from her mouth only to trail kisses along her jaw. “Put your legs around me.”

“No, I can’t. I’m too heavy. You can’t hold me up.”

He nipped at her neck and tugged on the skin with his lips, wanting to soothe the anxious edge in her voice. “My build is deceptive. I may be slim, but I’m strong enough. Trust me, I can do it. I’ll help you.” And to show her he meant it, he reached down and wrapped one hand around the back of her knee and lifted her leg up around his thigh. He pressed into her harder. “Lift your other leg, baby. I’ve got you, I swear.”

Her hands slid up his arms and her fingers gripped his shoulders as she lifted her foot off the ground. He shifted slightly and caught both her legs in his hands as he moved her up the wall with his body. She was heavy against him, but god, it was a glorious heavy and he fucking loved it. Her soft body and full curves welcomed him into the plushness and his cock strained against the zipper of his jeans where the heat from the juncture of her thighs teased him.

“Shit, woman. You’ve got to be the sexiest…” His lips captured hers again before he finished his statement. Tongue met tongue, breath mingled with breath, and as her hands slid up over his head, his fingers flexed around her thighs and ass, wanting her naked. She rocked against him and he shoved himself against her, the fucking through their clothes a frustrating and delicious friction. Could she feel the ridges of his cock piercings through the double layer of denim separating their flesh from one another? He sure as hell could. He felt them rubbing the inside of his jeans. What would she think, how would she react to seeing the metal along the shaft and through the head? He wondered these things and a lot more in the space of a few seconds and then stopped wondering altogether.

Forcing an end to the kiss, Vinter looked into her face, his hips still pumping against her. She tightened around him and gasped air into her lungs with her lower body bearing down. She was going to come. He could see it in her face, feel it in the tensing of her muscles. The street lamps, the parking lot lights showed everything in her expression.

“Please…”

It was a whisper as he surged up hard. It was a whimper as he ground into her.

He was going to have her this way back at his place with the exception that they’d both be naked. He was going to hoist her up against the door, the wall, set her on the kitchen counter, anchor her on the back of the couch, and fuck her. There wasn’t going to be a single surface left untouched in his house when he got through with her.

Then, after a little recovery, he was going to start all over again. Outside. On the porch, on the hood of his car, in the grass.

She moaned and he strained not to come in his jeans, but when she stiffened first, and then bucked and shuddered in his arms, he lost it. His cock pumped semen against the denim but he had no complaints. Fucking her like that had been hot, erotic and one of the damn sexiest things in his life.

When he thought he could talk and make some sense, he gave it a shot. “C’mon, let’s go. There’s so much more I want to do to you that doesn’t involve the wall outside my bar.”

“Um, yeah, okay. Let me just make sure I’ve got my AmEx card. I wasn’t planning on this tonight.”

Her voice was still breathless, soft, a little gravelly and sexy as hell, but her thoughts were calm, rational. He wanted her to let go of that control. He needed to help her let it go. “Why do you need it?”

“For the room.”

“Room? Hotel room?” She nodded. Oh hell no. “We’re not going to a hotel. We’re going to my place.”

“Oh. No. No, a hotel is a better idea.”

His lips trailed kisses along her jaw, his cock was still throbbing in his wet jeans, and she wanted a cold bed in a room with cold walls? “Wrong. My bed is a better idea. It’s the best fucking idea.”

She sighed and he steeled himself against the rejection she was about to deliver. He wasn’t going to back down on this, though. They needed time to explore this hotness, this insane hunger he was feeling inside. And that wasn’t something they could do in a hotel room. Besides, she couldn’t scream in a hotel room and he wanted her screaming his name.

“Vinter, this isn’t going to work. I just wanted…”

“To not be noticed, to be anonymous, to try and understand why you let him use you, even though you didn’t know he was doing it at the time. You wanted a drink. You wanted to forget. You wanted something different because the normal things aren’t taking care of you like you need. Yeah, baby girl, I know. Trust me, okay? By morning you won’t remember his name and you won’t want to forget mine.”He lowered her legs to the ground and held on to her until he was sure she could stand on her own. He wasn’t even sure that he could, but where there was a will, there was a way and he had a will to get her naked and in bed and have his way with her.

“Your place is too personal. It…”

“It’s just what you need. You need personal. A lot of personal.” He bent his head and tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth. “C’mon. You know you wanna…” After tweaking one of her nipples through her shirt, he turned and disappeared around the side of the building where he’d parked his car. When she walked around the corner, he was leaning against the trunk as though he had all the time in the world, as though he wasn’t wearing a pair of jeans with a load of come in them. For a few minutes, he allowed himself the doubt that she’d follow him, but he’d seen it in her eyes that her lust would win out. Part of her might believe she didn’t want or need this, but that was a small part compared to the part of her that craved getting naughty with him.

2 comments:

Cecile said...

Stopping in to show my support!!! IF anyone reads this interview and has not read Ms. Lissa's work yet... RUN... DO NOT WALK... CLICK at the speed of light to buy her books!! She is that awesome!!!!

I love the interview... Although... that first question, we never got a full account of what happen.....hummm.....

Hope you ladies have a great day!!!

Savanna Kougar said...

Oh, that was a sex-fabulous excerpt. The pure honesty was refreshing.