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
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
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.
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
Genre: Erotic/ Contemporary
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Date of Publication: January 6th, 2015
Word Count: 58,000
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…
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.
You grin. “Mhm.”
“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.