Saturday, September 08, 2012

Interview with Agnes Jayne




What inspired you to become an author?

 I’ve always written in one form or another, mostly nonfiction. When I saw that some of my friends were making a go of their fiction work, I decided to submit some of my work as well.  To my happy surprise, Crescent Moon picked up The Problem with Power, my first attempt at a paranormal novel.

Do you write in different genres?

I do. Under my given name, I publish literary fiction and poetry.

If yes which is your favorite genre to write?

I like to write paranormal novels, because they’re what I like to read.  I’m really interested in folklore and mythology, so this genre gives me a place to try my hand at that.

How did you come up with the title for your latest book?

I really struggled with it, to be honest. I wanted something catchy and memorable, and also a title that was not already on the market. The only other “Problem with Power” is a He-Man episode from the 1980s.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Question everything, especially any institution that is supposedly working for your own good.

Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?

The characters, the situations, and the interactions are complete fiction. I set the story in Albany, but I try not to be too specific with the landmarks.  Laurel Grove, the House, is based on a real house that I visited when I lived in Albany, though it was not the ancestral home of a family of witches and it did not have that name.

What books/authors have influenced your life? 

I have a special place in my heart for Anne Rice, who introduced me to this genre and inspired many trips to New Orleans over the years.

What book are you reading now?

Right now, I am brushing up on my British Literature. I am a community college instructor by day. I am fascinated by the mythology of ancient Britain and I think that there are a lot of wonderful tales that could be re-told here.

I am also an avid reader of all manner of folklore and herbals.

What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?

My work in progress is a sequel to The Problem with Power called The Devil You Know. I feel like I’m not quite done with my characters yet.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

I love Neil Gaiman for his villains and Charles DeLint for his heroes.


The Problem with Power
Agnes Jayne

Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Crescent Moon Press

ISBN: 978-1-937254-63-6
978-1-937254-63-64-3
ASIN: B008BKAUQA

Number of pages:306
Word Count:  96,000


Book Description:

Emily VonPeer hopes that she never meets the man of her dreams. For years, she's been haunted by visions of an unknown lover destined to die in her arms. When her aunt's death brings her home to her family's estate in Upstate New York, she meets Nicholas Flynn, an agent of Paladin, an enterprise dedicated to the study and eradication of demons, and the hero of her nighttime fantasies. He arrives on her doorstep seeking answers for a slew of magically-related murders tied to the VonPeer family.

Although his intentions are suspect, Emily follows Nicholas into the investigation, hoping to spare him the fate promised by her premonitions - at least, that's what she tells herself. When their exchange with a demon goes awry, Emily sustains an injury that threatens to turn her into a monster. Her transformation places her in the crosshairs of sorcerers, senators, and a seductive stranger who promises eternity.

 About the Author :

Agnes Jayne began her writing career as a reporter for her high school newspaper in a small town in Northern New York. She completed her undergraduate degree in English and Political Science from Binghamton University. Upon her graduation from Binghamton University, she won a prestigious journalism fellowship at the New York State Senate, and went on to complete a Master of Arts Degree in English at the University of Albany. Following this, she worked as a political writer, producing speeches and other government documents for state and local politicians.

These days, she splits her time between writing and teaching classes in composition and literature at a small college in Maryland. She lives high in the Blue Ridge Mountains of West Virginia with her husband, son, and a plethora of adopted pets.

 Website: www.agnesjayne.com

Twitter: @AgnesJayne


Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Guest Blog by Slave Nano





How ‘Alice in Wonderland’ inspired my erotic novel

There are certain books that are so iconic they provide inspiration for other writers and artists.  Lewis Caroll’s classics, ‘Alice in Wonderland’ and ‘Alice Through the Looking Glass’, are two such books and I drew on them as the inspiration for my own bdsm/fetish reinvention of them in ‘Adventures in Fetishland’.

The ‘Alice’ books provide great material for a bdsm re-working.  For starters, they are one of those rare works where the characters are so well recognised that your readers will understand the references. They have become ingrained in our collective consciousness, not just through Lewis Caroll’s original stories and Sir John Tenniel’s iconic illustrations but also through numerous film and television re-interpretations.  Who hasn’t heard of Alice, the White Rabbit or the Red Queen?

Although conceived as children’s books they have a dark underbelly to them, which many artists and illustrators have drawn out, and this lends itself to the creation of an alternative bdsm/fetish world.  Many of the characters have a nightmarish quality about them and this was an atmosphere I wanted to capture in my book.

In my version Alice becomes the main character, Kim, who is rescued from the massage parlour where she works and brought to serve the Red Queen in the fetish fantasyland she has created.  In the books Alice shows various responses to the ‘Wonderland’ world she finds herself in; alternately confused, argumentative or bemused within her new surroundings as she attempts to make sense of them.  I have attempted to capture some of that range of qualities in Kim.  She faces a series of trials and challenges in which she is tested by the Red Queen. 

These involve exposure to different BDSM or fetish scenes, many of which are pretty dark and intense.  Having said that, these are balanced against other scenes that draw on the humour in the original Alice stories in which Kim can recognise the absurdity of some of the situations she finds herself in.  I’ve tried to work in some of the reactions Alice has so there are times when Kim is defiant, wilful, playful or just plain confused as she tries to make sense of this strange new fetish fantasy world she becomes part of.

The Red Queen is a red and black PVC clad dominatrix who rules over Nemesisland, a fetish fantasy world of her own creation appearing throughout the book in numerous guises and costumes.  The developing relationship between Kim and The Red Queen and her journey into submission forms the heart of the narrative of the story.  In this case the portrayal of the Red Queen and the illustrations of her in ‘Alice in Wonderland’ didn’t really help.  This definitely wasn’t how I wanted my Red Queen to look!  However, there were traces of her unpredictability and flashes of temper that I could, and did, use.  In the case of my Red Queen I’ve put together elements of a flesh and blood dominatrix, a classic story book character, images from a graphic story, a stunning outfit by a designer of fetish clothing and some of my own imagination to bring her to life and onto the written page.

The story also draws inspiration from other characters in the ‘Alice’ books.  The Red Queen has The Duchess as her transvestite lady-in-waiting and companion.  The Cheshire Cat becomes the black cat, who acts as a guide to Kim through the strange world she finds herself in and also relates the back-story that explains why she has been selected and brought to serve The Red Queen.  Of course there had to be a tea party, so the ‘Fetish’ Hatter, hare and dormouse all make an appearance in a fetish tea party with some comic fun involving ‘tea’ and cup-cakes!  The White Rabbit, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, the Caterpillar, the Walrus and the Carpenter and the Lion and the Unicorn all also make an appearance in the book.

Like Alice, in this version of the tale, Kim also has a lot of adventures but of a bdsm and fetish kind.  The book contains scenes of bondage, cock and ball torture, nipple torture, corporal punishment, electrical play, hot wax play, medical play, food play, breathe play, strap-on play and cling film mummification, so there are some quite descriptive BDSM scenes in there.  Kim becomes a willing and enthusiastic partner as the Red Queen torments her into submission. But Kim is somebody special to the Red Queen and there is a much deeper purpose behind her being brought to serve her.

Extract from book

The metal tips of her stiletto shoes clicked against the black and white chequer board floor tiles; each step instinctively, without thought or effort, alternating between black and white.  As she made her stately progress across the tiled floor she mused on the aptness of the symbolism that reflected the extremities of the world she inhabited and held sway over: darkness and light, cruelty and kindness, pain and pleasure, humiliation and reward. She commanded over her domain like a chess master playing a twisted and beautifully imagined chess game in which she, the Red Queen with a black heart, orchestrated proceedings and her slaves were pawns.  She stood before her gothic mirror and admired her image reflected within its black cast iron frame.  The Queen of Hearts was ready.

“How do I look Duchess?” she asked, turning to her transvestite companion and lady in waiting. 
“I’m speechless, madam, really I am.  You look absolutely stunning, a true fetish red queen,” she answered.

She examined her image in the mirror carefully appraising every detail of her dress and make-up to ensure it met her exacting standards.  She held her body upright and smoothed the shiny metallic red pvc panel of the ankle-length skirt, straightened her ruby encrusted tiara and made a final adjustment to the black heart-shaped choker around her neck. Yes, she thought, she looked perfect.  

She turned and stepped off the black and white floor tiles taking a few steps to face one of the male slaves who served in her realm.  His wrists were secured with leather cuffs, which had a rope attached to them and threaded through a metal ring fixed into the ceiling pulled tight so that his arms were stretched out.  His ankles were similarly bound in leather cuffs and secured to rings set in the floor, his legs stretched just wide enough to cause discomfort but for the soles of his feet to lie flat on the black carpeted floor.

Hanging from him his balls was a large cast iron ball weight forged into the letter ‘N’.  ‘N’ for Nemesis, the Queen of Hearts smiled to herself, the name taken from the Greek goddess of fate and retribution and one of the personas she adopted in the fetish fantasy realm she had created and ruled over.  She lifted the weight up and traced her finger along the letter and then let it drop heavily.  The blindfolded man gasped as the velocity of the falling weight stretched his balls.  The Red Queen merely laughed sadistically at his predicament.  She gestured to the Duchess who, silently and secretly, stood behind her helpless victim and lifted the blindfold from his eyes to reveal the vision of his mistress transformed into the Queen of Hearts.

The cruel piercing blue eyes, framed in ruby streaked ebony hair, met her victim’s as the blindfold was removed permitting him to feast his eyes on her.  He gasped and then moaned in homage at the formidable and ravishing presence before him. She stood there, her heaving cleavage held tight in a shiny electric red pvc bodice festooned with black hearts and framed with a ruff in gold.  This is the part I love, she mused.  The look in their eyes when she reveals herself; that look of mesmerised devotion mixed with fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the seductive torment they know she is capable of inflicting on them.  

“So, are you ready to submit to the Queen of Hearts?”




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Adventures in Fetishland
By Slave Nano

Genre: BDSM/Fetish
Publisher: Xcite Books
ISBN: 9781908766755

Number of pages: 258
Word Count: 72,000



Book Description

In this bdsm re-invention of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works in to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There, an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission. The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic.  Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past.  Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female?  Why is the Red Queen so interested in her?  When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.

Author Bio:

Slave Nano writes stories drawing on the themes of female supremacy, goddess worship, bondage, domination and submission, sado-masochism and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.

His work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward.

Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom.  He works full time and juggles his writing with this.  His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.  Adventures in Fetishland is his first full length erotic novel.
         


Excerpt of Redemption by J.R. Turner


(This is an excerpt from Redemption. Savannah has been killed by Revenants, mutated creatures who live in a toxic wasteland and feed on human flesh. She has just finished being returned to her body and the healing is complete.)

Before me stands the most beautiful man I've ever seen. His blond curls are brushed back from his face, white shirt pressed and neatly tucked into a pair of grey slacks. Soft looking leather shoes cover his feet and he leans against a crumbling wall, arms crossed. Eyes so pale they are almost white shine like silver. Widening my gaze and squinting alternately changes nothing. There's more to this man than arms and legs—he has wings.

Angel.

"You never did listen to your mother, Savannah. Close your mouth now, before you draw flies."

I'm flabbergasted and covering myself the best I can, I swivel until I'm sitting cross legged, shredded fabric between us and the sun warming my back. The prisms of light I saw when I was dead are still visible to me, though at a much lower wattage. Maybe human eyes suck at seeing the light.

"Do you know what's happened to you?" He straightens from the wall, extends a wing and shakes it the way a cat might shake its tail while it stretches.

I can hardly drag my gaze away from the wing to look him in the face. "I was dead."

He nods but continues to wait.

"And now I'm not."

"Yes," he smiles. "Good. At least you understand that much. You wouldn't believe how many mortals end up insane after a resurrection. Truly sad."

His smile doesn't dissipate and I'm so struck by the wrongness of all this I forget this being is more powerful than I can imagine. Dryly, I say, "Yeah, sad. You look truly upset."

Now the smile falters and he comes closer. Large wings extend behind him. They cast brilliant light over the daytime foliage I've never seen, with or without the filter of a face mask. Flowers bloom larger than a man's hand, green and purple leaves grow unfettered, the drooping trees full of strange fruits. The squidplants, such an ugly thing in the harsh glare of manmade lights in the night, spread like gorgeous cords of ruby crystals. Is this supposed to be paradise?

No, I answer myself, remembering the Reves scampering for the shadows like exposed insects. I ask, "Who are you?"

"I am Michael."

"Michael? Like the Michael?"

He nods and spreads his wings further. "Do you need more proof than your own healed body and what you see before you?"

I'm not given time to answer before our surroundings are replaced by the bedroom I once had as a child. The painters haven't come to create the pink and frilly environment I chose when I was seven. I stand, uncertain, my legs shaky and nearly bare. Only from digipics do I know the dark wooden furniture, the cheery yellow and pink stripes, the ballerina mobile over my crib. Dancing teddy bears march along the wall beyond the crib. Inside, a soft cooing ensues. I draw near, my rapidly beating heart a reminder I'm no longer dead.

I peek over the rails of the crib and see a nearly bald baby with blue eyes sucking on its fat fist, the pink shirt shoved high on its sturdy belly. Michael stands at the foot of the crib. Gone are his wings and bright glow. He's still beautiful and his nails gleam when he wiggles his fingers at the baby…at me.

My baby self gurgles and kicks her legs, shoving the light blanket further off her lower half. "Little Savannah," he soothes, "sweet baby Savannah."

His gaze turns to me. "You don't recall this visit, do you?"

I shake my head afraid to move closer, to touch anything. My boots crush the soft carpeting.

"Don't be ashamed. All your kind have difficulty remembering unconditional love. He designed you to love Him freely, by choice."

The baby glances toward me, as if following Michael's line of questioning, but I can tell she/me doesn't see me/her standing there. Her/my gaze is unfocused. This doubling of myself is unnerving and my head begins to ache. "Why?"

Michael pays attention to the baby again, winding the mobile so the haunting strains of the melody can echo in my memories, a sort of freakish stereo. "Why what?"

"Why did you visit me?"

He looks up and the room dissolves, returning us to the rubble of the toxic garden and the remains of the world that once was. The sickness I've fought returns and I swallow bile.

He's as I first saw him–a model of the perfect man but without the wings or glowing light. "Because you were chosen, of course."




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Redemption
By JR Turner
                
Blurb:

Half-angel Savannah Mantas smells the sulfuric stench of wrath when it enters her city, Iron Point. Resurrected by the archangel Michael, she’s hunting for redemption and half-demon Nico Montenegro is her prey. He comes from the Fringes, the border between the city and the toxic wasteland beyond. When they meet, Nico tells her a story, one of genocide and confiscated bodies. Not revenge, but justice is his purpose and his target is the most admired family in the world–Commander Hathaway and his daughter.

Hathaway’s soldiers are slaughtering Fringers and secretly feeding them to Revenants, mutants who survived the bio-bombing of 2120. They have a twisted idea they can train these clever creatures like dogs and keep them out of the city long enough to mobilize an evacuation for the wealthy and well-connected. Savannah knows better. Revenants are what killed her. When they attack, the last of humankind may be wiped out completely. Stopping Hathaway might just be enough to gain her redemption and escape a hellish fate.




About the Author:

J.R. Turner is the Executive Director of the Wisconsin Writers Association. She writes in a variety of genres including middle-grade adventures, young adult horror, romantic suspense, horror, military action, and urban fantasy. In her spare time she enjoys arts and crafts, traveling, and movies. Few things in life compare to her passion for the written word, except perhaps the pursuit of chocolate.