What inspired you to become an author?
I’ve always loved
writing, but I just didn’t think I could write a book. It wasn’t until I
started reading that my imagination ran wild and I went crazy…in a good way J I let my imagination win over my second
guessing brain.
Do you write in different genres?
I don’t write in
specific genres, but I do like switching around to different styles of writing.
Currently I like surprising the readers with a twist.
How did you come up with the title for your latest
book?
This book is kind of
like a modern day fairytale with a surprise. So I decided to put sorta. At
first the book was going to be called: A Kind of Fairytale, but I didn’t think
it sounded right or flowed properly. So here I am with: A Sorta Fairytale.
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s
complete?
I always title the book
first. It drives me insane until I have the title of a book. I base the whole
book around the title. It bothers me when authors title a book and then the
book has nothing to do with the title or it doesn’t make sense. I also like to
throw the title into the actual book. It’s just something fun for me
personally.
Is there a message in your novel that you want
readers to grasp?
I
think once people read the ending of A Sorta Fairytale they will understand the
message I have for them…hopefully.
What book are you reading now?
None L I wish I had the time. Someday I hope I
can pick up reading again. There’s just not enough time in the day to do my 9
to 5 job as well as writing books and laundry and boyfriend and everything
else.
What books are in your to read pile?
Oh my god so many and
too many to name!
What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
Our Whispers in the Woods
Blurb:
Whispers.
I hate them. I love them. Sometimes I don’t know how
I feel about them. They’ve ruined me. They’ve made me whole. I guess it really
all depends on who they’re coming from.
I think I belong locked up. Hidden away from
society. Only sometimes. The other time I’m happy. It’s when I’m with Ethan. He
brings light to the dark hole I’m trapped in. I love him. There’s no question
about it. There’s just one problem.
I don’t know if he’s real.
I’m Charlotte Flaherty. This is my story.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
Present
Time – 25 years old
Chapter
1
I’ve been sent here. Against my will. I don’t want
to be here but I don’t really have a choice. I sit in this room and contemplate
the decisions I’ve made for most of my life.
“Are you ready to write?”
I look up at him and nod. I don’t answer him. I
don’t answer to anyone here. I just write. So that’s what I’m doing. I’m
writing my letters. And this is my last one. Thank god for that bullshit.
He hands me a pencil and a notebook filled with
clean, white, crisp pages. They’re soon going to be filled with my thoughts.
My past.
My present.
My future.
And this is the last one I will fill with written
words, tears splattering onto the pages, and at times me wanting to burn the
notebook. But I’m going to do it. Write. And so I begin. I grab the pencil and
look out the window at the sun beaming in against my face. I hear the birds
chirping and the laughter on the other side of the door. And I know eventually
I will be out of here. Sighing, I look down at the first blank page and say,
“Here goes nothing.”
Dear
Dr. Allen,
You
tell me I should write. Write down my thoughts. Write down my problems. Write
down my issues. You tell me I should write where it all began. Where it all
began? That’s tough because there’s so much to tell. But I’m going to. You
might not believe me. Sometimes I don’t even believe what happened myself. I
just have one question to you when you get your hands on this and read the
words I’m about to write down. The words that will bleed from my heart,
unstitch from my memory like a quilt and escape like the wind from my hand.
Will you believe me? It’s a story that not many will believe and to those who
do believe me? You might just be even crazier than I am…
Do you have to travel much to do research for your
books?
No I don’t. My first
series: The Beautiful Series was based in Maryland and I actually grew up
there. I hope to move back there in the future. Maryland will always be my
home.
A Sorta Fairytale is
based in New York City. I’ve actually been there before. I fell in love with
the city and wanted to move there. But I couldn’t deal with the loud nights.
I’m a sleeper. I love my sleep and tend to get up early in the morning. The
noises at night would drive me crazy lol
Who designed the cover of your latest book?
Ashley
from Redbird Designs.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
I want people to
understand that this is not an easy job or project. This is very difficult and
at time gruesome work…but if it is something you love then all of those moments
are completely worth it! I’m talking about the moments where you have no idea
where you’re going with the book, where you want to just delete and throw it
away, where you wonder if people are going to read it or if you’re ever going
to get it done.
And not to get too
cheesy when I say this…or write this…but where there is a will there is a way.
Somehow things are completed after ingesting much alcohol and many sleepless
nights.
I also want you to
understand that you are not the only one involved in this book. Did you write
it? Yes and believe me when I say you should be damn proud of yourself. But you
also need to remember the person who edits. They are your saint! The bloggers
because without them spreading the word you might not have the readers. And
without the readers you wouldn’t be anywhere. You wouldn’t feel like you really
accomplished anything. It’s amazing reading a review. Good or bad. Because that
person took time out of their life to read something you wrote, and that is a
beautiful thing.
So if I didn’t scare
you yet, I say go for it. You can’t prepare yourself for this ride and that’s
what’s so amazing about it, because you never know where it’s going to take
you.
A Sorta Fairytale
Emily McKee
Genre: Erotic/ Contemporary
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Date of Publication: January 6th, 2015
Word Count: 58,000
Book Description:
I have my own sorta fairytale.
Only thing is that it’s with two people.
Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless… useless.
From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I would have the perfect person.
But perfect is overrated.
It doesn’t exist.
Plus, it’s not at all interesting.
And my relationships with Thomas and Alex?
Well that’s a story for the ages…
Excerpt:
Pulling something
from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about
this,” you say waving something back and forth in your hand.
“A blindfold?”
You grin. “Mhm.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” you
counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”
I’m curious, so
I say, “Sure.”
You laugh as you
place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”
“I’m excited,” I
say. “But I’m a little on edge.”
“You’ll like it.
Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down,
Stella, and enjoy it.”
I can’t believe
how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not
having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re
going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I
listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood
floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.
“What are you
thinking?”
I try to control
my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am.
Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”
“Are you
nervous?”
“A little,” I
answer honestly.
“Why? It’s just
me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I
jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”
Letting out a
deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”
“Now, Stella. I
want you to spread your legs apart.”
I listen. I
don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The bed
dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your
lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps,
my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like
it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m
surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.
Your arms move
under my legs, pulling me closer to you.
“Whoa.” I
giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I
have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you.
“Thomas?”
“Sssh,” you
whisper.
Sucking in a
deep breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more. Even
though I’m blindfolded I close my eyes and keep them that way. Torturously,
your fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along. My hips jump,
and you laugh. “Thomas?” I whisper, but again there’s no answer. Just a long,
wet lick from you and a moan from me.
I think you’re
going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead, you grab my
hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,” I start
to say, but it comes out as a loud moan when you suck my nub into your mouth
and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly flutters. My
chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the blindfold
quickly wash over me again. Gripping the bed sheets, I scream your name as you
begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my hips push up
further into your face, needing even more pleasure.
“That’s right,
baby. Come for me.”
My body
stiffens. Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still shouldn’t
be feeling a mouth on me when I hear you say that, but I can’t push away. I’m
too far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I moan louder.
“That’s right,
Stella. Come for me baby. Show me.”
“Fuck,” I
mutter, now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even
know.
The bed dips by
my head and familiar fingers run through my hair. You breathe into the crook of
my neck. “Come for me, baby.” Once more the bed dips, and I feel your legs on
either side of my face. “Suck me,” you moan. Velvet hardness pushes against my
mouth. This time I know it’s you. Cold metal pushes against my chin. A Prince Albert.
I was surprised when I first saw it. I would’ve never thought you would have a
cock piercing, but it’s so exciting and dangerous. Pushing your cock into the
crook of my lips, you moan, “Suck on me, Stella.”
The stranger continues to fuck my sex. Just
that alone is too much to handle, but then I have you. You want me to fuck your
cock with my mouth. All of this. It’s dangerous and enticing. Licking my lips,
I take you into my mouth. I have a firm grip on your ass, keeping you where I
need you. Where you want to be.
“Oh, fuck,” you
say. I keep in rhythm with the stranger. When the stranger sucks hard, so do I.
When the stranger slowly moves fingers in and out of me, I slowly move my mouth
back and forth against your cock.
“Oh, fuck,” you
say again. “That’s right, baby. You keep fucking my cock with that beautiful
little mouth of yours.” Keeping a firm grip on your ass with one hand, the
other maneuvers its way in between my mouth and your cock. I grab and give a
hard squeeze. Swiftly, you bend over and grip my hair in your hands. “Relax
your mouth, Stella. I’m going to fuck it now.”
I release my
hold on your ass and grip the bed sheets. It’s like you and the stranger have
one mind. You fuck my mouth with wild abandon while the stranger sucks on my
sex.
“Smack me when
you’re going to come, Stella,” you demand. With that, the stranger goes wild,
pulls my hips up further, dips another finger into my opening and sucks my nub
harder. My eyes stay closed, but then I feel the blindfold rip off. “Open your
eyes. I need to see you when I come in you.” Tears run down my face when I open
my eyes. “Fuck, Stella. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
Pushing my legs
further apart, the stranger dips a finger into my other hole. My eyes start to
close when you grip my hair. “Keep them opened,” you grit through clenched
teeth. I listen, but it’s so damn hard. This feels so fucking good. “I’m going
to tell you to come, Stella. You hear me? And when I tell you, you better come
all over the place.” I nod. I can’t speak with your cock fucking my mouth.
Ramming your cock in and out a few more times you groan, “Come, baby.” And with
those two words, I do. My body shakes and unwinds as I feel hot spurts of cum
spill into my mouth. “Holy fuck,” you growl.
I smack at you.
Wanting, needing to push you off of me. You listen and slowly slide your cock
out of my mouth.
“Holy shit!” I
scream. The stranger continues to ram fingers in and out of me, sucking hard on
my nub. “Fucking shit!” My body shakes uncontrollably. “F-f-fuck.” The stranger
continues to keep a mouth on me but begins to slow down. I place a hand over my
head as I try to control my breathing. Then before I know it a laugh escapes
from my throat and I can’t stop.
“That good?” the
other voice asks, and I gasp.
I feel like a
little kid playing hide and go seek. You know you’ve been caught in the closet,
but you keep your eyes closed. If they can’t see you, then they haven’t found
you.
“What?” You
laugh. “You’re not going to say anything after I gave you that fucking amazing
orgasm?”
I breathe in and
out a few times before my orgasm is completely over. Dropping my arm to my
side, I sit up. My eyes are still closed. I just need a few more seconds to
prepare for the face I’m about to see when I open them. Slowly, I open my eyes
and see who is staring back at me with a wicked grin. “Hey, Stella.”
Taking in a deep
breath, I mutter, “Hi, Alex.”
About the Author:
For the past 21 years, I have been a planner and an organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then everything changed for me. I've always had a vivid imagination and thoughts racing through my mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things pass me by, because in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I decided to just live in the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my way. No second thoughts and just going with the flow.
I decided to put the fictional characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and hectic and last minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.
When I'm not writing Happily Ever After's I'm reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already we don't need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I've allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me.
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