Now how about a few questions....
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So tell us about your
latest or upcoming release. What is this gem about?
Well, in a nutshell,
"L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves" is just your standard boy
meets girl who both meet boy and girl who might be girl and boy while boys and
girls fight it out over boys being boys and girls being girls thing.... in
space.
L'Wren James and Saker
Hawkings know that there's no room on a starship for a captain and first mate
to indulge their passion during a dangerous peace mission.
The fragility of the
cease-fire in the gender war on the divided planet Ourania threatens the
stability of subspace shipping lanes, and the starship Sulaco's mission is to
get the negotiating team there and deliver them safely back.
But when they take onboard
Anchises and Cytheria, mysterious empath negotiators from the secretive world
of Turaceona, they find their commitment to duty and to each other a struggle
to maintain in the sexually heightened and emotionally charged atmosphere.
But Anchises's and
Cytheria's struggle to keep their secret and the loss they cannot speak of
hidden leaves one dangerously injured and the other missing in action. Only the
truth about the man he is and the woman she is can save them.
Can Hawk and L'Wren face up
to the challenges of duty, passion, and sexuality and still save not only their
relationship but the peace process itself?
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How often does your
muse distract you from day to day minutiae?
Not that often... oh, hang
on, I just have to tell my muse that the alien werewolf pilot marooned on Earth
in rural England between the two world wars does not drink warm beer.
Sorry, you were asking
about... now listen here, I've told you that the android studying the effects
of earth romance literature has been upgraded to full artifical intelligence
and would not do that...
Anyway I was just saying...
yes, alright I'll note that down and then put it in chapter two after I've
updated the description of the crashed ship...
So, no not at all really. I
have my muse – and the annoying characters she keeps on inventing – totally
under control... yes, alright then, he is left handed and does play the guitar.
I've scribbled that on this beer mat here. Grrrrrr.....
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If you could be any
paranormal creature what would you be?
A vampire. Totally. But
which type is the big question – which version of the myth?
I don’t get the Twilight
vampires at all, and the Vampire Diaries vampires just annoy me
("Elena.... Damon... yes, Stefan... no, Elena, I can't.... but Damon, I...
oh, Stefan...") but give me Angel and Buffy and let me be one of the
undead and I'm good to go. In fact, I think I'd make a rather good Spike.
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What do you do when
you’re not writing?
Well, there's this day job
thing that gets in the way, but apart from that I play guitar and ukulele, sing
(sort of) and write songs... if that doesn't count as writing? I have a You Tube channel with songs on. I
like making trailers for books – mine and other authors – too.
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Are any of your
characters like you?
Hmmm... I think they're all
facets of people I know tinged with aspects of my own hopes, fears, loves and
hates. So while I'd argue that no character is like any one person I know, or
me, they are versions of parts of everyone I know, especially me.
Occasionally a person will
inspire me to write a character, but pretty soon the character becomes his/her
own person. In fact, that's something that I've realised is how you know you
actually are a writer – that moment when your character starts to do things you
had no idea they were going to do.
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Do you have a
favorite quote from any of your book(s)?
Cytheria, one of the
'Doves' in an intimate moment with L'Wren and has some advice for her that I
think applies to all of us -
"You are who you are, and you are not less nor
more than you should ever be. Be true to that," she says.
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If a movie or TV
production company chose to produce your books into a series of shows or
movies, who would your ideal cast be?
L'Wren is petite and
feminine – so I'm thinking the actress who was brilliant recently in Ex
Machina, Alicia Vikander. She'd look great green and with feathers instead of
hair.
My Hawk is your standard
star fleet issue starship captain – hunky but not overly. Probably a half way
house between Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston.
My Doves... well,
mysterious, but sexy, enigmatic – imagine a slightly androgynous couple based
on a version of Jeri Ryan as 7 of 9 in Star Trek:Voyager. I'm thinking Jennifer
Lawrence could pull off the female Dove, Cytheria and Jared Leto as Anchises,
the male Dove.
As for some of the
Ouranians (the planet divided by a gender war).... Tilda Swinton, Helen Mirren
spring to mind, plus Russel Crowe and a younger rising male star to be Srey
Chanda... I need some input on this one. Any ideas? Please...
L'Wren, Hawk and the Doves
Breathless Press
Futuristic
Available at Publisher
Captain Saker Hawkings and First Mate
L'Wren James agree to keep the mission and passion separate, but with two
beautiful alien empaths onboard, it's not only planetary peace negotiations
that are in danger of breaking down.
L'Wren James and Saker Hawkings know that
there's no room on a starship for a captain and first mate to indulge their
passion during a dangerous peace mission. The fragility of the cease-fire in
the gender war on the divided planet Ourania
threatens the stability of subspace shipping lanes, and the starship Sulaco's mission is to get the
negotiating team there and deliver them safely back.
When they take onboard Anchises and
Cytheria, mysterious empath negotiators from the secretive world of Turaceona,
they find their commitment to duty and to each other a struggle to maintain in
the sexually heightened and emotionally charged atmosphere.
But Anchises's and Cytheria's struggle to
keep their secret and the loss they cannot speak of hidden leaves one
dangerously injured and the other missing in action. Only the truth about the
man he is and the woman she is can save them.
Can Hawk and L'Wren face up to the
challenges of duty, passion, and sexuality and still save not only their
relationship but the peace process itself?
The silence
of the inner tent greeted her ears as her eyes grew accustomed to the subdued
lighting, again from candles and lamps but in here even softer. The air was
suffused with a heady mix of fragrances from discrete oil burners—jasmine, an
undertone of a muskier, more sensual smell, akin to sandalwood, and a hint of
being in a deep forest, of leaves and mosses.
"Cytheria
of Turacoena, welcome. I am Sarkare Khanome." From the shadows, a woman,
not so tall as the guards but matching Cytheria in height, emerged. Her silver-white hair flowed free over her shoulders. Her eyes
were a striking blue, as bright as a sunlit, clear summer sky. She was older
than the guards, but her body was young and fit with lean, taut muscles. Only
the lines around her eyes spoke of anything other than youth and power. Her long, softly flowing robe in a myriad shades of
blue celebrated the same figures and scenes
from the tunnel friezes and the outer tent. Her confidence hit Cytheria like a
wave crashing on the shore but one that broke over
her rather than crushing her. It was followed by a depth of compassion and
caring that almost brought tears to Cytheria's eyes. There was fear as well,
but not borne of doubt. A fear that was aware of itself and knew its boundaries.
Then it hit her—the intense
depth and power of sexual allure and hunger that all but defeated Cytheria's
self-control. Her pussy reacted suddenly, getting wet and even hotter. Her clit
almost throbbed with an ache to be touched. Her breath was suddenly rapid and
shallow. She'd learned that this might happen from the briefing on Halo Five
and from her extensive reading of Ouranian culture. The Naranari bonded and
shared sexually as a way of formalizing their status. She had to play this
situation correctly or her credibility, and hence her bargaining position in
the peace talks, would suffer, or worse, be blown out of the water altogether.
"I
greet you, Sarkare Khanome, from my mother to your mother, sister to
sister," she managed to get out.
Sarkare
Khanome smiled and nodded. She walked around Cytheria and looked her up and
down. She came back to face Cytheria and stroked her hands over her hair then
held her chin in her long, slim fingers. Cytheria knew, like a physical presence, that this
woman was sexually in charge and was used to being in total control of those
around her.
I am Cytheria.
"And
you are here to help us, sister, to aid our struggle against those...animals."
It wasn't a
question. Cytheria's pussy was wet and clenching, her clit almost buzzing. If
she could just touch it, she'd come in a second.
I am not you.
About the author:
Lost in space, yet still boldly going,
D.K. ffrench returned from the forbidden planet a long, long time ago to live a
quiet life in a small town called London.
The minimal research he'd done lead him
to the conclusion that his identity would best be protected if he masqueraded
as a business analyst by day and a writer and musician by night and at
weekends.
Available for musical soirees at the drop
of a hat, he writes steamy SF romances on a MacBook Air and plays a Gibson Les
Paul too loudly while he waits for a set of replacement dilythium crystals for
the broken warp core on his ship.
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