Today I’m interviewing my good friend Lisa Whitefern. Her smoking hot Christmas novel Wicked Wonderland is an erotic romance and a paranormal ménage. Although Wicked Wonderland has been available in ebook format since last Christmas, it has just recently been released in print.
Hi Lisa – Who or what inspires you?
Tim Gunn from Project Runway and Eminem (is that weird?)
These are two people who take the whole “follow your bliss, follow your dream” thing into really new creative directions. Sure, Eminem’s pretty negative at times, but other songs like Loose Yourself , Beautiful, Till I Collapse are inspiring in a positive way.
Struggling to portray my vision regarding Wicked Wonderland I kept saying to myself “make it work”. I sent the novel out to the 5 best publishers I knew of that accepted unsolicted manuscripts, and to my amazement I had three contract offers. Thanks Tim Gunn.
Give us an interesting fun fact about your book.
If you were a child of the ‘70s you’ll remember a time when there were no DVDs to watch at home, so if there was something special on TV it was more exciting than it would ever be in this day and age.
How excited my little sister and I were by all those animated Christmas movies full of magic and wonder that only came on TV on Christmas Eve. I wanted to bring this kind of magic to a tale of erotic romance.
Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?
The three goals I had for Wicked Wonderland were to write a magical paranormal Christmas story, an emotional romance between 3 people in a ménage, and an erotic story hot enough to jingle sleigh bells and curl your mistletoe. It is a novel for people who love sex, romance magic, fairy tales and Christmas.
It certainly is Lisa! I’ve read it and LOVED it!!!
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Wicked Wonderland is in a sense, a retelling of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, except instead of Santa the heroine meets two very sexy half-fae men who take her on a magical sleigh ride around the world.
The message is similar to the message of the Christmas carol Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. It’s a story of outcast triumph.
How did you come up with the title of your book or series?
I wanted something magical that would also hint at eroticism and Christmas.
Are you a member of any writing organizations and, if so, have they helped?
I am a member of the Romance Writers of New Zealand which has been very helpful. In 2014 I have been invited to speak on Writing Erotic Romance at Casino Royale the RWNZ 2014 conf.
Wow! That sounds so exciting!!! Wish I could be there. 🙂
It’s a lovely night for a sleigh ride— until something evil takes the reins.
When Nick and Kris, the half-fae sons of human mothers, aren’t using Santa’s sleigh in the off-season to make deliveries for their booming sex toy business, they’re setting off sensual fireworks in the bedroom.
Yet they dream of a feminine third to complete their lives. There’s only one woman they can picture filling that role: Lilly, the girl they both dated in college.
Lilly thought earning extra money stripping was a good plan, until she’s left battered, bruised, and stuffed in a back-alley trash can. Her rescuers turn out to be the dark, brooding dom and the golden-haired sub whose faces—and shockingly entwined bodies—are still the stuff of her most searing fantasies.
While she’s more than willing to take them up on their offer of one perfect night of magic, she questions whether anyone can break into Nick and Kris’s powerful bond. But there’s someone who’s been waiting for this moment all Lilly’s life. An evil psychopath who holds the secrets of her past—unless Nick and Kris can unravel them in time to save her from a fate worse than death.
Explicit ménage a trois, hot m/f/m scenes, hot male/male scenes, a ruthless stalker who torments the heroine, sex toys, sex on roof tops, spankings, BDSM, Dark Fae, birdmen, orphans, strippers, centaurs, a violent battle between good and evil creatures on board a ship, true love, and sex in Santa’s sleigh.
The icy December winds whipped around them, stinging Lilly’s face, but the night sky was clear and full of stars. The cold bit through her flimsy costume, and her teeth chattered audibly. Sonya stopped by the trash cans, holding Lilly tightly around the waist from behind. Kandy grabbed hold of the chiffon on the front of her angel costume. Lilly shook and twisted violently to try to break their grasp, and part of her angel costume tore. “Let go of me, you assholes!” She jabbed backward with her elbow, connecting with Sonya’s stomach, and heard the taller stripper gasp with momentary pain, but unfortunately, Sonya didn’t loosen her hold. “Oooooh! Rudolph’ll pay double for that!” Kandy exclaimed.
Lilly didn’t know why she did it. Maybe it was a way of dissociating from a horrible situation, maybe it was because her heart always ached to make music when she was in pain, but she began to hum, the sound starting low in her throat. She closed her eyes and played a flute in her head, filling her mind with a rich and clear melody, which, for a moment, took her right out of her nasty situation. Then a vicious pinch froze the sound in her lungs. Lilly twisted around enough to look up at Sonya. Something frightening had happened to Sonya’s face. It became very still, and the stripper’s eyes narrowed into slits that showed too much amber and almost no pupil, like the eyes of a snake or some other reptile. A sharp chill ran up Lilly’s spine.
“Don’t fucking hum.” Sonya spat out the words.
“Who cares if she hums? She’s just a weirdo,” Bambi interrupted. “I don’t care what she does as long as she doesn’t take our money again.” The words of the other stripper somehow returned everything to relative normality.
I must have been imaging the whole thing. Must have been the cold messing with my brain.
“You steal our tips, Rudolph, and I’ll give you a red nose, all right.” Sonya’s voice seemed inhuman in its rage. Fear swelled around Lilly like a choking fog. The tall stripper swung Lilly around like a toy, then pulled her fist back. Before Lilly could react, the fist connected with her nose. Shooting pain accompanied a sickening crack. Blood ran down her throat, tasting like metal, and all she could see was an ocean of red.
“Enjoy, Dumpster Girl!” Sonya tipped her upside down and slammed her headfirst into an empty trash can.
“Remember, Rudolph, you’ll never fit in anywhere. You’ll always be an outcast left out of all the reindeer games.” The other strippers convulsed with laughter.
MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
How can my readers buy your book?
Readers can go directly to the publisher:
You can find more information about Lisa Whitefern and her book at:
Amazon Author Page
Thank you so much for visiting, Lisa! Happy sales and Merry Christmas!!!