Today we have
Jaye Shields
with us :)
Hi Jaye and welcome. Can you
tell us a little about yourself?
My name is Jaye, born and
raised in Seattle, and currently living in the SF bay area. I’m a travel addict
and Paris is my go-to spot. I’ll be back as soon as it snows because I’ve never
been to the city of light when it’s covered in white. Maybe I’ll end up like
Ernest Hemingway or the other greats and write my next erotic masterpiece in
Ol’ Paree.
What or who initially
inspired you to become a writer?
I’m lucky enough to
have been born into a family that surrounded me with books from an early age. I
remember being 12 years old and thinking, I can do this. My family encouraged
me ever since the days I wrote with crayons. Even now, writing erotica, I’m
lucky to have a family that supports me. My mom just might be my biggest fan.
Even my grandma has read Confessions of a Sex Demon!
What kind of research
do you do for a novel and how extensive do you get?
For my sex demon books, no
research. However, I was in school during most of the books I’ve written. The
idea for my first full-length, Secrets of the Jaguar, was conceived while I was
in my Maya Civ archaeology class looking at Olmec were-jaguar figures. My
second full-length, Secrets of the Fog, was inspired by images I saw during my
Classical archaeology class. Sex Demons, well, let’s just say I have a wicked
imagination…
Do you have a special
place you like to do your writing? Such as an office, a spare room, the dining
room table, your couch?
There’s a coffee house I
go to and it’s full of color, light and art. The black and white checkered
floor, sea green walls, and local art that fills the walls make me feel like
I’m in a wonderland. And don’t even get me started on the beautiful,
caffeinated concotions they have there. If I’m not at my favorite coffee shop,
Julie’s, I’m on my couch. This is a hard spot to write though because my cat
always seats himself between me and the keys. When this becomes a problem, I move
to the writing table I have. I live in a studio, so there’s limited choices and
my cat Nyx just follows me around.
As a reader, what
types of works do you like to read and do you think they influence the
genre/genres you write in?
I rarely have time to
read while I’m in the middle of a work in progress. I love reading historicals
and paranormals, the two genres I’m most interested in writing. I think reading
is not only a time thing for me, but I don’t like knowing there’s a possibility
of being influenced during my writing process.
What is your favorite
method of writing...as in laptop, desktop, Ipad or the old fashioned pencil and
paper?? And do you plot out your story
or go with the flow of your muse?
If I plot, I plot in
pencil, but most of the time I just write, not plot. My fingers fly across the
laptop keys leaving inspiration and typos in their midst. I have a badass
old-fashioned typewriter that I use for poetry.
When you need a break
or some time off from the trials of being a writer, what can you be found
doing?
Is there anything
about yourself nobody knows that you would like to share with our readers??
When I was 18, I spent
3 months traveling around Europe by myself. One of my favorite destinations
besides Paris is Cinque Terre, Italy and Ireland. To save money and meet
incredible locals, I couch surfed.
For fun, I have a few
personal questions,
Your Favorite 5
1) Favorite color –
Crimson or Evergreen. Represents my romantic side and my earthy side
2) Favorite dessert –
Flourless chocolate cake or banana ice cream
3) Favorite Season –
Fall. I love the scent of rain and fermented leaves.
4) Favorite sad song-
“Leave” by Glen Hansard. His voice is so gritty and tormented. His lyrics wreak
havoc on this sensitive Pisces.
5) Favorite Romantic
movie – Midnight in Paris (with the romantic heroine being Paris) My close
seconds would be French Kiss (see a pattern here) and Last of the Mohicans or
the Notebook. Gosh, I just couldn’t choose one.
And a bonus, what is
your ideal romantic vacation??
Romantic…hmm…hard to
imagine since I don’t have a guy right now.
A romantic vacay for one would be Italy, because I’ve never been there
and not have a guy offer to make me dinner. Tee-hee. That being said. Paris is
my go-to favorite. Mexico is a close second, my favorite spots being La Paz,
Mexico City, and Tulum.
Where can our readers
find you??
Twitter: @JayeShields
Facebook:http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jaye-Shields/228175300573148?ref=hl
Website/blog:
www.JayeShields.com
Is there an upcoming
or current releaseyou would like to share with us today and where can we find
it?
Content Warning: strong language, graphic sex, light BDSM
scenes
blurb:
Zahra proves that sex demons do it better as she goes from captive to captivator.
Sex Demon Zahra Aniron is a closet romantic. Too bad she spends her time having hot, kinky sex with paying strangers. But she needs the money to pay off her sister's debt to wizard thugs. There could be worse things than getting paid for pleasure, especially since a sex demon needs climax to survive.
As a blacksmith, Lennox Aegros puts his fury to good use pounding steel into swords. When he arrives at a new town, his real cause for being there isn't to sell weaponry, it's for revenge. When he finds the succubus he's been searching for, her beauty means he can mix business with pleasure. But the joke's on Lennox, because as he succeeds in torturing his victim by repeatedly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then denying her the release that she so desperately needs, he realizes that Zahra's slow demise means the breaking of a heart he didn't think he had.
Excerpt:
Zahra woke to a sharp pinch
against her skin. She tried to peel open her eyelids, but they were heavy
stones. She wanted to touch her eyes, but her arms moved nowhere. Fear caused
her lids to fly open only to realize that she was indeed strapped down.
The perpetrator smiled, but it
was subtle. Very subtle. His tan skin was darker in the dim room. His blue
irises appeared so light that his eyes became demonic charcoals glaring at her
in the shadowy room. He finished strapping her foot down.
“Do you like your accommodations,
demon?”
“You should have asked Bane for
help decorating. He’s also very good at the dark, gloomy dungeon thing.” She’d
hoped to sound feisty, but instead, her voice was nothing more than a pitiful
rasp.
“Since you’re used to your mouth being filled, I’ll help
you.” Lennox stood over her. She never took her eyes from his intense frown as
he tied a scarf around her mouth. He pulled it tight enough to cut into the
edges of her mouth. Zahra did her best to smash his fingers into the cold metal
table she was strapped to. Unfortunately, the back of her head missed its mark
and thunked hard against the steel.
At least she could still see
what was taking place. Fear coursed through her. She barely knew this man and
she couldn’t imagine what he had in store for her. She was a succubus, used to
kinky requests, and most men knew they didn’t need to kidnap her for such a
session. She watched Lennox’s tall form cross the mostly empty room. The only
furniture was a small table. Probably where he kept his—
Scissors. Lennox turned toward
her with a pair in his hand. As he walked in her direction, he looked entirely
too innocent to be foreboding. His blond hair was a stark contrast against his
tan skin. She’d felt his muscles earlier and they were those of an intense
lover, not a fighter. Clearly this guy was tweaked. He was hot as hell and
normally she liked freaky guys. If he hadn’t insulted her ever since they first
met, they might’ve even had a chance. No charge.
Lennox stood between her legs
and she could barely see him from her tight bondage against the table. The cold
metal of the scissors slipped under her corset. As the fabric began falling
away, the soft groan of the metal cutting through thick black fabric echoed in
the empty room. Her tight top became looser with every passing second. Heat
crept into her body. Good news: she had the feeling this guy could make her
come. Hard. The bad news: she was kidnapped by a psychopath and no one knew
where she was.
Maybe he’s a trap-and-set-free kind of psychopath.Love ’em and leave ’em.
“Your body
betrays you. You crave your abductor, don’t you, succubus?”
She avoided his gaze by staring
at the ceiling. Zahra could feel the heat from his intense appraisal of her
body as he guided the shears across her pants. Apparently, he was leaving no
clothes for her to try to escape in. It was becoming clearer by the moment that
he had no plans for her to leave.
About Jaye:Born and raised in the grunge capitol, she took her love of
music and poetry from the Pacific Northwest to California. Now she lives in
Alameda, a quaint island town in the Bay Area. With a degree in
Anthropology-emphasis in Archaeology, she’s itching to climb some more pyramids.
When she’s not writing, she’s either at her day-job or taking long walks along
the Alameda beach and gazing at the outline of San Francisco in the distance.
Oh yes, and her heart can generally be found in Paris...
Coming Soon From Jaye Shields:
Erotic Novellas
Confessions of a Sex Demon:
Available now from Beachwalk Press
Claiming of a Sex Demon: Dec. 2012
from Beachwalk Press
Addictions of a Sex Demon: Feb. 2013
from Beachwalk Press
Sensual Full-lengths
Secrets of the Fog: Oct 2012 from
Crimson Romance
Secrets of the Sky: Feb. 2013 from
Crimson Romance
Secrets of the Jaguar: June 2013
from Crimson Romance
Thank you for letting me stop by!
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