Welcome Paul Martin Today

Welcome to Dawn’s Reading Nook, Paul Martin. Please let my cabana girls get you a drink and make yourself at home. Comfortable? Great…now let’s get down to business.

Q: Tell us a little about yourself. What you do, either for a living or for fun or both.

Thank you, Dawn. While I work in the security field, writing is my passion. Writing allows me to explore all of my various interests, such as witchcraft, history, science and too many more to mention here.

Q: Are you a by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of writer, or do you have to use an outline to put your collective thoughts into some semblance of common sense?

By the pants, definitely. I allow my characters to follow their hearts without any restraint from me.

Q: Tell us all about your latest or upcoming release. What inspired it?

I have two actually. The first is a holiday short, A Present for Santa, and the second is A Witch’s Curse. In Present for Santa, there is a new Kris Kringle in town. On his first run as Santa he encounters things the Santa rule book never mentions, such as a sexy woman who wants to give him a lap dance.

In Witch’s curse, a woman inherits a haunted house where she meets and falls in love with a three hundred year old ghost. I’ve included an excerpt for this one.

Q: If you had super powers, what would they be? Why?

X-ray vision, of course. I believe the reasons are obvious.

Q: What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future?
Swords and sorcery with an erotic twist sounds like a lot of fun.

Q: What’s a fun fact about you? Something unique, a particular talent?

I do a mean Marilyn Monroe imitation.

Q: What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you?

Q: Do you have any weird writing habits?

Not really, at least to me they aren’t.

Q: What's your favorite genre to read?

I have been a science fiction fan since early childhood. I love Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke and all the old masters, who sadly aren’t with us any longer.

Q: What type of book have you always wanted to write?

I would love to write a Sci-fi novel that would blow all the others away.

Q: What authors can be found in your library of books (print, audio or e-books)?

Besides the ones I’ve already mentioned, Ann McCaffery, C. J. Cherryh and Sable Hunter, who is a fantastic writer of erotic romance.

Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world (money is no object), where would you go? Why? And for how long?

I’ve always wanted to go to England and explore the old castles and that could take a long, long time.

Q: Do you have any obsessions? What are they?

You mean, who are they? I love women, the hotter the better!

Q: Is there anything you’re currently working on that you can give us a taste of?

I wrote a contemporary story called The Bitch in the Kitchen. She’s a hard working woman who is a female version of Gordon Ramsey. When she meets JD, her new dishwasher, who cooks just as good as her, she falls heads over heels in love.

Q: When creating your characters, do you have models in mind or are they totally fictional?

All my characters are completely imaginary, and I have a great imagination.

Q: Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?

The characters are always in control. Sometimes I do need to whip them back on track though.

Q: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

Hide your women!!!!!!!

Q: Please tell us where we can find you on the web.

www.authorpaulmartin.com

Thanks for popping by and I wish you continued success in your writing career.

Thank you for having me, Dawn. I had a great time. What are you doing after the show?

 A Witch's Curse by Paul Martin

Secret Cravings Publishing

More information HERE

Carolyn Waters never believed in ghosts until one made love to her. He was hot, sexy, quite the gentleman and…three hundred years old.

Finding herself back on the garden path lined with the irregularly trimmed hedges, she gazed into the dense fog, wondering if her anonymous lover would come to her again when powerful hands rested her on her shoulders. She shivered with an unrepressed desire as he pressed his hard erection into her backside. His rich, deep voice filling her with an overpowering craving to take him inside her.

“You’ve come back to me, my dearest Caroline. I have waited so long for you to return to me,” he breathed in her ear.

She wanted to protest that she wasn’t Caroline, except, the words wouldn't come out. For reasons she didn't understand, this man completely captivated her. Her body blossomed to life at his briefest touch, and she didn’t dare break the spell. Least of all now when his powerful hands roamed down her sides and raised her t-shirt over her head. Carolyn lifted her arms and struggled for breath as the soft material of her tee slid enticingly over her stiffening nipples.

She sagged against him as he reached around to cup her breasts, toying with her sensitive nubs, making them harder and more erect. A fierce yearning grew in her belly, a longing that wouldn’t quench easily. Her core heated to the melting point then spread between her legs. His kisses burned on her ears, neck and shoulders. Carolyn trembled as his hand moved down to cover her lace panties and rub her mound. Light, long strokes at first; then harder and faster, stoking the heat inside her.

Pearls of moisture seeped through her soft inner lips from the intense emotions he ignited inside her. A decadent thrill coursed through her when he forcefully grabbed her panties and ripped them from her body. His fingers splayed her wet fold and ran his fingertips up and down, driving her to new heights of bliss.

Carolyn’s eyes widened as he removed his fingers from her slick heat to place them in his mouth and lick her juices. “Mmm, you taste just as sweet as I remember.” Her heart pounded as his hand slid back down to her aching mound and slipped a finger inside her. She gasped as his thumb found her swollen clit, tracing gentle circles on her swelling bud.

In her mind, Carolyn believed this to be only a dream, yet somehow one that felt oh, so real and oh, so good. She didn’t want him to stop, ever. She urgently wished he would lay her down, plunge his cock into her and pleasure her like no man before.

A small voice in her mind nagged at her, wanting to know who this midnight caller was and why he only came to her in her dreams. Dreams she never had before she came to this house.