Welcome Brantwijn Serrah today
Can you please tell us about your latest/upcoming book(s)?
Angel's Keeping is a holiday love story featuring a very unlikely Christmas pair: a duo of succubae. For Raschael and Kyriel, members of a demonic horde of spies and seducers, Christmas means nothing at all. It's just another annoying mortal holiday that grates on the nerves of fallen angels like them. This Christmas, though, turns out to be different, when the two are separated and Raschael must track down her vulnerable partner before other, bigger demons do. Along the way, she manages to pick up a quirky mortal tagalong named Noelle, who refuses to leave her side until the fallen angel admits that even she has something to wish for this Christmas.
How did you come with the idea for this story?
Raschael and the incubus king, Malael, have already appeared in a few of my short stories with Breathless Press (The Wages of Sin, part of the Ravaged, Volume 2 anthology, and Bad Dreams, my hentai short story), and I've had the feeling this family of demons would be gaining some momentum and start telling me longer, deeper stories soon. I hadn't originally intended to field anything for the Christmas Submissions Call this year, which had the theme of "Angels"…but Raschael began whispering to me, and the story just came about. It came very naturally…I wrote it in about a week.
Who is your ultimate "book boy/girlfriend"? You know, that hottie you read about and drool over.
Thomas Raith, from The Dresden Files. This scorching fiction fantasy brought to you courtesy of James Marsters narrating the audiobook version of Backup, a Dresden short story. That voice, UNF!
Who is your Celebrity crush? And what would you do if you ever meet them?
At the moment, Amber Benson, of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame. And I have met her. She signed a copy of her book for me, I gave her a customized My Little Pony, and she's been exceptionally encouraging. She's an absolute doll, and I adore her sweet heart.
If you could collaborate with another author on a secret project, who would you pick to with and why? Heh, I would be hell to work with. I think it would be fun to create something with Jim Butcher, Amber Benson or Kresley Cole, though. I've met all three and they seem like they'd be really great to collaborate with.
A Blood and Fire Novella
Paranormal/Fantasy F/F Novella
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Why would the King of Incubi send one of his spies out on Christmas Eve? Unless it is to break her heart...
As a succubus, preying on humans is Raschael's business, and mortal holidays are a frivolous waste of time. So maybe her king meant to punish her when he sent her out to hunt on Christmas Eve. Or maybe he just wanted her far, far away, so he could banish Raschael's one trusted friend.Now Raschael must track down a missing fallen angel, and she doesn't have a clue where to start. Bigger predators are closing in, and Rasche's only lead is a Christmas stripper named Noelle.
The waitress ditched her tray of drinks and took Rasche by the hand, leading her into one of the back rooms. The Christmas theme survived even in the private show quarters, though with a more generous degree of triple-X action. The small space Raschael's escort chose had been decorated with garlands and wreaths, and a stocking hung by the door, but on top of the holiday trimmings there were also striking boudoir pictures. They all contained the same sweet, golden angel, but in much less "angelic" form.
Raschael spun to address the woman personally. "Who are you?"
By way of answer, the woman nodded her head at the bright red stocking. Noelle, it read in sapphire blue, glittery letters across the trim.
"Noelle?" Rasche asked. "Really?"
"Yes, really," Noelle replied with a brilliant smile. "It really is my God-given name. Honest."
"All right, Noelle, then about Kyrie-"
"Oh, now, now."
Noelle took Rasche's hand again, stroking her fingers, and led her to the soft red leather seat stationed in the center of the room. She gestured for Raschael to sit and, before Raschael could stop her, climbed expertly up into the succubae's lap.
"First thing's first, gorgeous. How about we get a little more...intimate?"
She raised a hand and snapped her fingers. The faded strains of Blink 182 from the main room became inaudible, as Lady Gaga's "Speechless" flowed into the room's own speakers. Noelle lowered herself over Raschael's body, rocking in time with the sultry piano, wrapping arms around the fallen one's neck.
Forgetting herself for the briefest of moments, Raschael closed her eyes and let the first swell of carnal desire stir to life in her loins and chest. The dancer didn't stop her when she lifted up her hands and cupped them over warm, soft buttocks.
Noelle smelled of warm vanilla. She had a luscious body, petite with classic curves, Renaissance in a way...but with eyes closed, Raschael's mind made her Kyriel, little and lithe and naughty. Under her hands, Noelle's plump hindquarters might have been Kyrie's slim, boyish ass instead, and the sweet scent of heather rose up with the remembered sounds of Kyrie's intoxicated desire, from earlier in the evening. Rasche lowered her face to nuzzle against a plentiful swell of tender breasts, and she sighed before she could stop herself, moving her body against the other woman's with yearning.
"Why don't you tell me about your friend," Noelle whispered against her ear, gyrating ever-so-delightfully against Raschael's body. "Why are you out searching for her on Christmas Eve, hm?"
"She ran away," Raschael said. Her palms caressed the dancer's ass greedily. "And I'm responsible for bringing her back before she gets in trouble."
Noelle tsk'd her. "Now, now, Raschael. You make her out to be some sort of bad puppy."
The dancer extended a leg and swung herself neatly around, facing away now to grind her pert little rear down on the succubae's lap instead. Noelle's hands stole to hers and guided them up to stroke tits through gauzy white fabric. Raschael's fingertips found stiffened nipples, and she teased them through the thin material.
"Who told you my name?" she asked. "Kyrie?"
"Mm, could be..."
Noelle's hands closed, warm, over Rasche's own, as the dancer welcomed her to knead, stroke, and caress. Rasche inclined her head to breathe in deep, relishing the scent of beautiful blonde hair.
"Listen, honey," she whispered. "I'm sure as hell enjoying this, and if I had the time to spare I'd be all over you in ways you can't even conceive."
"Mm-hm," Noelle replied. Her hips rolled in languid, mesmerizing rhythm, and Rasche let out a little growl as she returned the motion in kind.
"Oh, sweetness, I'd fuck you until you couldn't stand," she said. "But not now. You're going to tell me if you've seen my girl, and where she is, and then we'll see about making it up to you. Sound good?"
About the Author
When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, Claymore or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.
In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has had several stories published in anthologies by Breathless Press, including the 2013 Crimson Anthology and 2014 Ravaged Anthology. She's also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as time goes on. She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.
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