This month’s inspirational author is Loc Glin. I love the story of how her grandson was born! Over to you:
Thanks, Jennifer. I live in the USA; the township is called Little Falls and is located in the state of New Jersey. I have twin daughters and a grandson, who is soon to be seven years old. My marital status is happily divorced. I now share my life with the man I consider my soul mate. I love animals, although I have only one cat. I find pleasure in nature. It doesn’t matter whether it’s the mountains with the trees and lakes, or the beach and the ocean. It all has a place in my heart. I hold down a full time job and I write in my spare time.
What is the strangest (bravest, funniest etc) thing you’ve ever done?
I mentioned my grandson a moment ago. The day before he was born just happens to be my ex-husband's birthday. My daughter was pregnant, but not due for at least a week. She decided that she would take a drive to visit her father for his birthday. The drive takes about an hour. Birthdays have always been a big thing for my ex. My daughter's husband was away on deployment so she made the trip alone. She stayed overnight at her father's house.
The next morning I received a phone call from my daughter. You guessed it, she was in labor. She called me before she told her father. She wanted to go home; she begged to go home, so she could have the baby with her doctor. Since she had driven herself to her father's house, and she was in no shape to drive home alone she wanted me to drive the car for her. This was her first child. Usually first child labors take a while. Since it was only an hour to get her home we (my ex and I) decided to take her. I drove her car, and her father followed in his car. Here comes the strangest, funniest, most terrifying part… My ex and I took Lamaze classes when I was pregnant. He was following in his car directly behind us giving my daughter instructions, over the phone, on how to breathe. I still don't know how he remembered after all those years. (That's the strange and funny part.) Now for the terrifying part… My daughter's water broke. Before you go thinking "that's not terrifying" consider this…we were in bumper to bumper traffic that was not moving. That hour drive turned into a three-hour nightmare. We got her to the hospital in plenty of time, but I still consider that drive to be the most nerve-racking experience of my life.
(I love it – you should include this in a story, if you haven’t already done so!!)
What’s your guiltiest pleasure?
(What’s guilty about that? LOL. I suppose it depends where you make love…….or how often…….. Haha!)
Favourite rainy day activity?
Pursuing my guiltiest pleasure…other than that sleeping or watching movies.
When did you write your first book and is it published?
I started writing my first book about twenty years ago. That book hasn’t been published yet. I’m considering taking it out and having another look at though. My writing style has changed a lot since then, so it should be interesting. I called it Zylacar and the Return of the Old Powers.
(Yes, it’s interesting, isn’t it, how our writing styles change over the years)
Tell us about your latest book
My current release is called Dulce Isle and is the second book in The Mystic Museum Series. Dulce Isle explores the changing sexual preferences of a newly widowed man. I suppose you could say it touches the MM genre. Dulce Isle is about overcoming devastating loss and allowing oneself to be happy after it. It's about having the courage to explore new things in an ever-changing world.
What are you currently working on, or what’s on the horizon?
The third book in The Mystic Museum Series called Unleashing the Woman Within will be available at SirenBookStrand on April 23, 2014. This novella contains BDSM elements. Here is a teaser: Rowena Milestone, corporate executive, has an accomplished career. Yet one thing eludes her. Try as she might she can’t reach orgasm even though she likes sex. Unleashing the Woman Within is about a woman who has achieved everything she ever thought she wanted in life and finds it lacking.
(Even more interesting….!)
QUICK FIRE ROUND
Tall skinny men or short but muscular?
I’m tall, so tall skinny.
Hawaii or Norway?
Love Hawaii, can’t wait to go back.
Turquoise or mauve?
A juicy grilled steak with garlic butter or vanilla & raspberry cheesecake with white chocolate?
It depends on how hungry I am, but I love my sweets, so the cheesecake please.
Historical or sci-fi movie?
I want them both.
George Clooney or Brad Pitt?
Do I have to choose?
Flogging or paddling?
Only in my books.
Bouquet of roses or a bunch of wild flowers?
Wild flowers. (Roses cost too much.)
Links of how fans can find you on the internet?
These are my links: Website - Blog - Facebook - Twitter - Pinterest -AmazonUSA - AmazonUK - Barnes&Noble - Kobo -SirenBookStrand - Manic Readers or
Contact me @ LocGlinAuthor@gmail.com.
Dulce Isle Adult Excerpt
Rosa paced the length of her bedroom. Nervous, pent-up sexual desire had her wide awake. Her negligee didn’t help her condition either. Silky as it was, it caressed her nipples, making them bud.
She looked at the small grandfather clock on the fireplace mantle. The pendulum swung to a precise rhythm. Eleven o’clock it chimed. Eleven wasn’t that late. She would pay Adrian a late-night visit. She rarely had sex with a man the first time she met him. Adrian was special. She was going to follow her instincts about this man.
Rosa flowed down the hall past Jon’s door. Jon’s room was close to the master suite as a matter of convenience. She had Adrian housed here in the hopes that he’d be interested in a tryst either with her or with Jon, hopefully with both of them. Her husband had opened her eyes to what loving two men was about. Loving two men, who loved to love each other, was even better yet. She looked wistfully but didn’t pause as she passed Jon’s door. First things first.
She tapped lightly on Adrian’s door. If he was sleeping, she didn’t want to disturb him. A moment later, Adrian’s bare chest filled the space of the door he’d just opened. Jon had lent him pajama bottoms, she noticed.
His face registered surprise at seeing her. His eyes were filled with a man’s appreciation and desire. She chanced a glance at his crotch. His cock shouted where his proclivity pointed. He did still like women.
“Rosa,” he said. His voice seemed overly deep.
“Am I disturbing you, Adrian?” she asked.
“No, I was just getting ready to go to bed.”
She smiled. “That sounds tempting.” He remained in the doorway. “May I come in?” she asked.
“I…I…” he stammered.
“Adrian, don’t be embarrassed. I am a pretty direct kind of person.” She looked at him, trying to gauge his feelings. In for a penny, in for a pound. “In the light of our earlier conversation, I thought you might be interested in some company. Our banter has me wound up pretty tight. I could use some release. I was hoping you would oblige me.” She gave him a sultry smile. The smile she knew drove a man wild. “Can you help me out, Adrian?” She sighed and ran her hand down his chest through its light smattering of hair, down to his pajama pants where she expertly dipped inside the elastic waistband to capture his engorged rod. “I see that you can,” she said with a purr.
His breath hitched.
He looked surprised. He looked hungry. He looked confused. “What is it, Adrian?” she asked, stroking his implement.
“I haven’t had a woman since my wife died.”
“I can’t say the same for me about my husband. I’ll be more than happy to reintroduce you to sex.”
“Adrian, trust me. It won’t hurt.” She giggled. “Unless you want it to.” She pinched his nipples with her free hand.
“You aren’t afraid I’ll hurt you? After two years, I may not be able to control my desire. I could go a little crazy. Angelina didn’t like it when I lost control.”
“I like a good wild fuck every now and again. I’m feeling like that might be in order tonight. My cunt is already hot and ready. Just as ready as you are.” She stroked the length of his shaft.
She moved away from him and stood near the bed. She removed her robe and dropped it to the floor. “Do you want to see my body, Adrian?”
He nodded dumbly, his eyes burning with barely contained desire.
She slipped out of the straps and let her negligee slide below her breasts.
His gaze devoured her. Oh how she loved the feeling a man’s desire gave her. Her pussy began to drip. She cupped her breasts in her hands, and the negligee slid over her shapely hips as it floated to the floor.
He licked his lips. His hunger was evident.
“Your bottoms, Adrian, I’d like some company in this state of undress.” He stepped out of his bottoms immediately. He was looking at her with the same intent that a cat displayed just before it was ready to pounce on a mouse.
“That’s better. Do you want to fuck me, Adrian?” She strutted in front of the bed.
Speechless, he nodded. His hands seemed to twitch.
“Tell me, Adrian. Tell me you want to fuck me. You’ll tell me what you want, and I will tell you what I want. Do we have a deal?”
“Tell me, Adrian.”
“We have a deal,” he said in a horse whisper.
“What do you want, Adrian?”
Jennifer, thank you so much for having me on your blog.
Thank you so much for agreeing to being interrogated! Next month’s victim is Debra Glass.