We have a special guest who slipped into RWBB. Give Lani Rhea a warm
spanking welcome. Lani is a hot romance writer who’s a lover of coffee, married to her high school
sweetheart, lives in the heart of Oklahoma.
Sounds like your life is a regular romance story. So tell us what you
enjoy writing.
Lanie: Paranormal,
erotic romance, suspense, urban fantasy, thrillers (I'm a mashable author. I
like to mash several genres together.)
What's the kinkiest, sexiest thing you've ever done?
Lanie: Riding my husband while he
was driving. I guess we should have practiced safe sex, huh? lol
I guess I should ask what he was driving… but I won’t. Let’s leave it
to our imagination. You are such a bad
girl. Speaking of bad...how bad do you get with your writing, are we talking
just suggestion or down right bondage?
I'm in a vanilla relationship,
though we do every blue moon drag out the blindfold and he restrains my wrists
with his hands.
Oh… we love blindfolds, silk scarves, and handcuffs here at RWBB. I bet you don’t
just wait for a blue moon though. Heh, heh.
Back to your work, what's the best thing you've ever written--the best
line?
Under Bonded Contract is by far
the best story I have available and was co-written with my bff. You can go to
Amazon
here and purchase it today.
As for a story I had written on my
own, Louisiana Moon, the first in the Rising Currents' series with Lyrical Press.
Louisiana Moon is due for release Nov. 5th!
I tend to write erotic romance
into almost every story I write.
If you could have any movie star take on a
role as one of your heroes, who would it be?
Hmm, for Louisiana Moon, I met a
male model while at RomCon who would suit Ryant Starga. So, if the book ever
turns into a movie, I already know who to contact. But you're asking for a
famous movie star, right? I would have to go with Joe Maganiello, though he's a
bit taller than my hero Ryant Starga in Louisiana Moon.
Size counts… 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?
LOL This is a very HARD question
to answer. Heh, heh. Each story is
different. I can say I like my chapters on average 2K long. Hmm, if put into
inches, how long would two thousand words be?
The steamier the better IMHO. Then
again, it depends on the story and the characters.
What are the hardest scenes to write for you?
If the characters didn't already
know each other, trying to get them to bond. That's the hardest part of writing
for me. Now if they knew each other previously, it's a snap to write the
scenes.
How close in real life have you gotten to one of your fantasies?
Just about everything I write.
*weg* So, to find out what fantasies I may have…go
buy my
stories!
Girl, you are such a tease! What would you want other writers and your
readers to know about you?
At first I'm shy, but once I get
to know you I blossom.
And finally… anything you would like to share with us, an excerpt, a
tidbit, or anything else about yourself?
I will give away two signed Under
Bonded Contract bookmarks. Leave me you questions and comments. No matter what
you ask or say, I'll respond with honesty. Please leave me your email address.
In a couple of days I'll select the winners and email you for your address.
Thank
you so much Lani for joining us today. Good luck with Louisiana Moon. With Jimmy Thomas on the cover, nobody will be able to resist. Yum! Can you leave us with a sample?
Louisiana
Moon
Wanted: Royal blood. Bounty: An
action packed, sexy, suspenseful tale.
After losing her parents to
vampires, werewolf Kristina Knight spends her life protecting humans from the
bloodsuckers. Saving Darin James from the Truce Brotherhood adds fuel to the vampire
coven's wrath. When Ryant Starga, her former lover, appears under the pretext
of protecting her, Kris isn't ready to trust him again--especially not after he
made his choice clear years ago.
As leader of the vampires, Ryant is
driven to protect Kris not only because of their past connection but because,
now, the Soulscapes are out for her blood. If they succeed, the soul demons
will rule the Darkworld--and no one will ever be safe. Ryant has a plan to
convince Kris she needs his protection, but it all goes badly awry when, in
spite of the years separating them, he's unable to keep his hands and mind off
her--or the human Darin James out of the picture.
With Darin overstepping boundaries,
will Kris and Ryant rekindle their love only to lose it again?
Warning: Vampires, werewolves and
humans--oh my!
EXCERPT
Flipping the
overhead light switch pulled the moth to flame, drawing him near. Her body
stiffened. Relaxing would not be an option tonight.
She skimmed for an
image in the window. Taking precaution, she gripped the firearm on the counter.
A whisper of wind blew his unique scent to her. The devil himself, her former
lover, Ryant Starga, revealed in the windowpane. He leaned against the
doorframe between the kitchen and dining room. Even with the glass preventing a
clear picture, his stance showed confidence and a bothersome lack of concern.
She refused to
turn around, but glanced over his manifestation in the glass. Silent, she
waited for him to make the first move. He gave nothing except a blank stare.
Looking at him
still sent pleasurable quakes of delight through her core, yet she wanted to
stake him for her parents. She took the opening strike. “You used to be good at
sneaking up on me. Getting rusty are ya?”
“I should ask the
same. The boots were a dead giveaway.” His Italian accent flowed through the
room, sending enjoyable chills up her spine. His simple words produced were
beautiful.
She rolled her
eyes and shook her head. Dammit, she loved those boots. She should have known
when she bought them she’d given up stealth for style. Now she had to reconsider
her fashion sense and treat herself to some new flats.
He wavered in the
reflection. Arms crossed his chest, stretching his sleeves over bulging biceps.
With him at her back, several things could happen. His arms could envelope her
like they used to, and she would fondle his muscled frame. Or like many
occasions, he’d spread her wide, bent over a counter or table. Her stomach
clenched as she remembered his hands on her sensitive skin.
The scent of warm
bread and steamed vegetables fluttered to her nose. The aroma bloomed and
lingered in the room’s empty space. She glanced into the next room, to the meal
laid out like a Thanksgiving feast for her vegan preference. Did he care? She
couldn’t decipher.
Command radiated
in his sleek stance. Ryant moved his hips, shifting his strong legs, switching
the balance of weight between his ankles. Her legs had once wrapped his lean
waist and burrowed heels in his hard, round ass. She cursed her body for
wanting him again. How sad that some things never changed.
“Have dinner with
me.” His voice flowed over her like a rich Tuscan wine, smooth and full-bodied.
What the hell did
he think she’d do? Fuck him? First a vampire came to her office and now her
home. Too tired to play his games, she sighed. She wished Ryant and his kind
would disappear.
“Come here.” Once
upon a time he’d commanded her with his beautiful voice. Not anymore.
She turned on her
heels to face her nemesis and glared. Fifty years had passed since their last
encounter in Los Angeles. Some memories weren’t erasable--the worst lingered.
Kris refused to let his tawny, starburst eyes capture her soul again.
He snapped his
fingers.
Candles flickered
to life. The dining room warmed with a soft glow. Pale yellow waves rippled
across the room, ending beyond the silver tips of his black alligator boots.
The shine caught her eyes.
She clanked the
glass on the counter. “What do you want? It’s been decades.” She grabbed the
gun, then folded her forearms under the swell of her breasts to conceal the
weapon beneath her left bicep. One hip balanced against the counter, she waited
for his response.
He smiled in
reply.
Her gaze narrowed
when she traced his body from his boots to his face, absorbing the visual
glory. He presented himself as the type of man--vamp, whatever--to show off his
powers and wealth. The show wouldn’t work this time around.
A couple of
buttons were undone, leaving his shirt open for her viewing pleasure. Staring
at his smooth, golden chest, she swallowed hard. Her body ached to touch his.
She forced back the desire despite the heat pooling between her thighs. Hells bells. Why couldn’t the longing
for him stay in the past?
He’d made himself
comfortable. He shouldn’t have. Kris sniffed. A citrus scent mixed with the
aroma of food, and her stomach grumbled. Ryant had passed his time in her home
drinking himself into intoxication. This reunion didn’t bode well with the
combination of alcohol and angry werewolf.
“What do you want,
Ryant?”
“Ooh, you say my
name with such ferocity. It rolls right off the tip of your tongue.”
Her chin thrust
out. “Oh, bite me.”
“Been there, done
that. I could again if you’d like?” He licked his full lips, as his stare
lingered her throat. His hungry gaze slid to her midsection. Self-conscious and
aware of the other things on his mind, she shuddered.
Bite me. The wrong thing to say to a
blood and sex-starved vampire. “At the risk of sounding like a broken record,
what do you want?”
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