Today I’m very happy to welcome a fellow Welsh author! Hello Ellen March.
Her book, Escorting Sydney Book One of the Doms of Drakos is an erotic romance and was released in June 2013. It has been followed by Shadow Play and One Night in Heaven.
Thanks for joining me, Ellen! So, is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic and believe there really is a soul mate out there for you. And when you discover your other half then don’t let them go.
Describe the genre of this particular title. Is it the only genre you write in?
Erotic romance, hot with a strong emphasis on the romance aspect along with a healthy dollop of humour. Sydney is a person that most people can relate to because she’s far from perfect. I also write supernatural and psychological thrillers. But erotic romance is my first love.
Do you have any rejection stories to share?
Oh boy don’t I just, I had lots and lots. Most of them were the standard congratulations you’ve reached the slush pile. But perseverance being my middle name, eventually they became encouraging, pointing out what my mistakes were. Which I listened to and took on board.
Only one publisher was absolutely vile and I’ve since read on line other negative views about this person. And that’s being polite. This creature brought me to my lowest ebb with a vitriolic attack which was way past personal.
And my message is that unless it’s constructive criticism, ignore cretins like this and keep plugging away. Oh and I’ve kept their e-mails because one day I can tell them ‘big mistake’, in fact ‘huge mistake’! LOL
What is your writing routine like?
Haphazard about sums it up. It fits in with my full time job and home life living with five Alaskan Malamutes. One thing I make sure is that I write every day be it a hundred words or five thousand if it’s a weekend. It’s an addiction to me and I crave that fix. If I’m not writing, I’m thinking and plotting constantly. I tend to people watch a lot and my imagination goes into meltdown wondering what I can use and how I can turn an everyday event into a story.
What sort of promo do you do? Do you have help?
I’m not savvy with social networking but my best friend Leanne Holt kindly created my website and linked it to facebook and twitter. She keeps it updated and does a wonderful job of nagging me for blogs on my site. She’s my true rock keeping me grounded and focused, neither does she mince her words. And what I hate is that she’s invariably right! LOL. As the Welsh say, a true valleys girl and I love her to bits.
I contacted our local newspaper and had a lovely article published, but I wish they’d air brushed me in the photo, also Leanne made sure there was a mention on the local radio of the release date of Escorting Sydney.
Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract?
Yes, believe in yourself, don’t give up your dream, because it will come true. Keep remembering every bestselling author faced the same pile of rejections. And the reason they’re doing so well? They refused to accept rejection.
This is what kept me going and when revising some of my earlier attempts I wasn’t surprised I’d been turned down because some of it was seriously bad writing. But I learnt, took on board their advice, and each attempt improved, now I’m highly critical of my work.
Keep throwing those words out every day, even if you don’t want to and spend time reading/learning about the craft of writing. Study your market and above all keep a sense of humour.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if so, do you have any tips on how to overcome it?
Can’t really give any advice on this because I’ve never suffered from it. Think the nearest maybe is the middle dip of my novels where I’m kind of what’s next? And I force myself to write anything and it gets me moving even if I have to delete it on the next round of polishing.
I’m a prolific writer and can complete the first draft of a novel in approx two weeks. My problem which I really struggle with is the synopsis, I absolutely hate it with a passion, even preferring the ironing or maybe watching paint dry. I sit and mutter try and work through it read it, delete it, start again, and maybe a week later I’ve two pages written. Maybe that’s my block.
Which famous person would you like to meet and why?
This might sound crazy with all the people out there but the actress Mae West, I’ve always loved her films, her persona and the fact that she was bold brassy sassy and sooo funny, that lady was born way before her time.
Who or what inspires you?
People that don’t give in, don’t give up on what is thrown at them – whoever they are or whatever walk of life they come from.
Thanks so much for your fab answers, Ellen!
Now,can you share two/three fun facts about yourself?
I’m crazy nuts, I’ve got a wicked sense of humour and I’m stupidly impulsive, my mantra being act now think later. I should write a book on a thousand ways of how to get everything wrong.
What’s next for you?
I’ve recently signed up with Catherine Treadgold of Fanny Press and am so excited about the release of Promises which is out on the 1st March 2014. An omen, I hope, because it’s our patron saint of Wales St David’s day, so fingers crossed on that one.
I’m sure it will be a wonderful success, Ellen! 🙂
Pretty is an apt description, an exclusive word that just about sums up Sydney. Pretty plain, pretty overweight and pretty devastated when she finds her sister in bed with her boyfriend.
Can life get any worse? Sydney doesn’t think so until she mistakes a billionaire property developer for the male escort she’s hired.
Logan is only too keen to introduce her into his world, fulfilling all her deepest sexual fantasies. The ones she’s stored into the dark recesses of her mind. Under the compartment called filth, shackled with the chains she has dreamed of.
What Logan wants he takes, and it’s Sydney. For two weeks only, she’ll give her body, and he’ll introduce her into a world of sex she’s only ever dreamed of.
So why is she worried when he tells her he’ll only give her what she asks for?
Sydney snuggled beneath the sheet, dreaming. A smile touched and teased her lips. The bitch was there. Looking on when Oliver kissed her, she could almost taste his tongue running along her lips.
God, it was so real.
“Mmm, Oliver,” she whispered, a sudden blast of cold air smattered across her skin. Her eyes flew open, straight into the harsh face of Logan. An arm each side of her, he leaned across her.
“Sorry to interrupt your dream.” His voice scraped over her, chilled and hard.
“It’s not what you think.” She attempted to assemble her jumbled thoughts. “I mean yes, I was dreaming and then you kissed me. And I kind of, well, got confused.”
“Honey, don’t you ever fucking confuse me with that asshole.”
He was powerless to understand the consuming rage that splintered through him.
“Hey, calm down,” she said. His blazing gaze was directed at her. For fuck’s sake.
“And aren’t you the lucky one walking out of my life tomorrow evening?”
She felt bad, in fact felt like shit. She hadn’t meant to upset him, but Christ, what the hell did he expect
off her, apart from sex? Yeah, she knew, a paycheck at the end of the day. He’d be moving on, screwing some other lonely, lucky bitch whilst she—it went without saying—would be back dabbling in her toy room. Losing her mind talking to a frigging vibrator, and arguing with a fucking battery, then thought of bully. Her sweet golden boy.
Logan glared down at her, and was amazed that instead of looking nervous, worried, or even guilty, she was lying there with a mysterious madonna smile haunting her lips.
“What the hell are you thinking of?” His steaming anger scrambled through his confused thoughts. “More of Oliver?” he
rasped, furious with her reaction.
“No, I was thinking of my toy room,” she admitted, at last glancing up at him. “When you leave that’s what I’m back to. Deciding who or what to use.”
“Lady, I’m going nowhere, at least not without you.” Logan leaned over, threading his hands through her hair, or attempted to and gave up. God, it was a mess. Forget threading fingers through soft tresses—hers was like an untamed hawthorn hedge.
“Did you use your toys with Oliver?” Wanting to know, he almost choked spitting the last word out.
“Er, no, why?”
“Were you adventurous in the bedroom with him?”
“No, strictly missionary. I wasn’t allowed anything else.” She didn’t want to elaborate in case he thought her strange as well.
“Why? Didn’t you go down on him?” Remembering the blow job, his dick began twitching again.
“Wasn’t allowed.” She fixated on her hands, not wanting to witness the sympathy cross his face.
“Nope.” She twisted the sheet.
“So he never fucked your ass either.” The words dripped out.
At last he was beginning to see what sort of sex life they’d had, in total contrast to the night he’d spent with her. “Would you have liked that?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Shame blazed across her face. His hand slid beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Tell me what else you’d like.” His almost-black eyes bored into hers, commanding, not asking. “Now!”
“Chains and handcuffs, to be taken, to be dominated.” Sydney closed her eyes, convinced he’d think her sick.
“I’m glad you’re honest with me.” Fucking hell, woman. Your ex is one screwed-up asshole.”
“So why are you asking? Do you think I’m sick?”
“No,” he swore. “Why? Did he think that?”
Dropping her gaze, she nodded her head. “You don’t agree with him?”
“No way.” His thumb grazed across her lip, an oh-so-suckable lip. “I like your freckles.” With a wicked slow tempo, a finger drizzled down her nose, edging across her cheekbone.
“Yeah, bloody great.” Dissolving beneath him, she tried to work out how the hell she was going to cope after tomorrow. She was determined to make the most of tonight, her last night of pure mind-blowing sex. She was going to miss him like hell, still debating whether to ring the agency for an extension.
“I like your wrists.”
My what? She tried to work out where the hell that came from. A fetish of some kind? She hoped so. Kinky?
“I’d like to tie you up.”
Whoa, now we’re talking. “And?”
“And blindfold you.”
“And?” God, she was breathless already.
“And fuck you till you didn’t know what day it was. Hear you screaming, begging me to come. But only when I allow it.”
Oh God! She slammed her thighs together. Her mind raced ahead, trying to work out where the hell she could get handcuffs at this time in the evening.
Logan’s lips twitched, skimming his hand under the sheet, polishing his fingers over her pussy. She was hot and wet. He wanted her now, but needed to keep her waiting. Slowly, with an almost clinical precision, he dipped his finger
in—first one, the second following, number three shimmying close behind. They slid deep, awakening a path of lust, invading her, massaging the spot that could drive her crazy, brushing the walls of her cervix. Flicking and searching, his thumb lazily circled her clit, pushing down, and his fingers tinkled and teased with a seductive
tempo until she couldn’t breathe. His gaze slipped down. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising in rapid breaths. She was going to be such a responsive pupil.
Then he stopped.
Sydney fluttered her eyes open, staring up at him in confusion.
The all-consuming pulsing she was experiencing was sending her insane. She wanted him. Now.
“Logan?” Her voice didn’t sound like her own: low, almost
“That’s to remind you of what’s to come.” His voice dripped with promise, adding with a harsh growl. “And it won’t be off fucking Oliver!”
Oh shit, she’d hit a definite nerve there.
She wished he’d stop his intense search of her. His smoke filled gaze soldered over her, igniting her lava flow. He’d peaked her to the edge, and with or without him she was going over. She’d become a natural at masturbation over the last five years. And not all of it required toys. Scuttling a hand between her legs, she rubbed herself.
Logan caught the movement, and flicked the sheet back.
“Come for me, Sydney,” he murmured, feasting on her, the rash of color that rose across her face.
“No, I can’t.” Closing her eyes, she felt his hand on hers. Massaging and circling, leaving it there to sweet talk her clit. She kept her eyes shut, drowning in the heady sensations. They plummeted, flooding over her, a cataclysmic effervescent whirlpool that surged with the speed and devastation of a cyclone.
“Come on, baby.” Logan’s words careened her over the edge, releasing his cock he fisted himself in unison. His hand slid up the entire turgid length with an unhurried ease.
She bucked into an excruciating arc. Her body quivering, she whimpered, groaned aloud, and shuddered with a crash of relief against her hand.
Sydney felt his hand on hers again, smooth yet rough, a mixture of contrasting textures. She refused to open her eyes. Her whole body flushed in a deep shameful cringe, and embarrassment colored her. She couldn’t believe she’d masturbated in front of him. Oh Christ almighty, what was he doing to her?
“Open your eyes and look at me.” The tone of his voice commanding, she couldn’t deny him.
Beautiful grey eyes smouldered into hers. His fingers dipped low, moving in an indefinable lazy stroke between her sensitive folds. Raising them, he licked each digit, sucking on them, little by little, one by delicious one, and her stomach flipped over.
“I like the taste of you honey,” he whispered.
Oh, fucking hell.
Wow! That is one HOT excerpt. Ellen!
MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live on top of a mountain in South Wales ideal in the summer not so in the winter months or when it rains, which is a lot in Wales.
My three children have left home, however my life is still manic. I live with my husband he sadly refuses to leave but I live in hope (joke) I also have one suicidal cat that really does have nine lives living alongside five Alaskan Malamutes. They own me literally as I never go anywhere without taking their hair with me, they insist. My hobbies are showing and working them.
My first love though is writing, it’s a total escape for me, my selfish time.
My ambition is to pack in my nine to five job and become a full time writer. Another one of my dreams. I have stockpiled work of various genres including my first love erotic romance followed by psychological thrillers and supernatural. So be prepared I am making my mark on the world of literature. LOL.
How can my readers buy your book?
Readers can go to the publisher’s home page Ravenous Romance.
Check out my book trailer at: Ravenous Romance or Amazon
You can find more information about *Ellen March* and my trilogy *The Doms of Drakos Book One Escorting Sydney* by visiting my website.
I’m also on Twitter Ellen_March@Ms_ellen_march and Facebook.
Thanks so much for visiting my blog Ellen! Diolch!
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