Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Interview and Giveaway with Thomas Briar




What inspired you to become an author?

Way, way back, before I learned to read, I'd get my father to buy me Conan comics. I liked Jonah Hex too. Now that I think back on it, both of those series inspired me to want to create my own characters and stories. But it was some years later before I started writing in earnest.

Do you have a specific writing style?

My thing is to write it real. Meaning…the challenges the characters are facing, their responses to those challenges, and their interactions with each other, including the romantic parts. I just love realism in all things.

Do you write in different genres?

Now why would I ever want to leave erotic romance?

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

It seemed obvious since the book is about the hero returning to the heroine following a three year separation. It was the working title as I wrote the story and it stuck.

Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?

I always have a working title of some sort before I begin writing in earnest. For example, my novella In the Age of Hysteria started out simply as Hysteria. Then, once I started getting it ready for submission, I went to the kindle store on Amazon and typed in Hysteria. Several books came up and I said, "Oh no, I can't have the same title as someone else. Not on this one. It's too unique."

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

I suppose the running theme in all of my stories is realism. Nothing is more important to me in my writings because I want to introduce readers to what is possible if they'll only trade in their fantasy heroes and heroines for real ones. And yes, I assure you that real life heroes and heroines do exist because I'm married to one.

What books/authors have influenced your life?

The Sea Wolf by Jack London. This book blew my mind at seventeen years old because I'd always worked alongside roughneck men. So I readily recognized that London provided a rare glimpse into the harsh realities working class men face on a daily basis and the pitfalls one has to circumnavigate when one is trapped in that kind of atmosphere for months on end.

Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. When I discovered this book at twenty-five years old it made me want to be an erotic writer more than anything in the world.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

Kay Dee Royal. She was the first author to go out of her way to be really nice to me. She's also a great writer. I'm extremely fortunate to be able call her a friend.

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

Not writing anything at the moment. Too busy in edits on stories I have coming out this spring and summer. Got a full-length novella releasing on March 26th. It's to be published by Secret Cravings Publishing. And I got another MuseItHOT short story coming out in the summer. I’m in edits on both right now. On top of that, I have another blog tour following this one that I have to prepare all the materials for and I need to get my own blog up and running. But no worries on my end, I'm certain I'll get back to writing my next heroine's happily ever after in a few short weeks.

Who designed the cover for A Lost Love Returns?

Celairen. And I couldn't be more pleased with it!




  
A Lost Love Returns
Thomas Briar

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: MuseItHOT Publishing

Date of Publication: August 28, 2014

ISBN: 978-1-77127-572-9

Number of pages: 22
Word Count: 4793 words

Cover Artist: Celairen

Book Trailer: None

Book Description:

Three years after her boyfriend's mysterious disappearance, Clarissa has finally recovered enough to move on with her life. She's graduated from college, found a good job, and is engaged to someone else now. She is happy once again.

So why has Jake, her long lost first love, suddenly turned back up in Key West, Florida at their favorite sidewalk café? Where had he been and what had he been doing during his absence?

But most important of all, what could he possibly want from her after all this time?

Available at Amazon

Excerpt:

Clarissa looked up from her espresso to suffer a shock of disbelief. She blinked several times, thinking her eyes must be deceiving her.  It couldn't be him. It just couldn't be.
Yet, there he sat three tables away from her—the lost love of her life—having returned to Key West and their favorite sidewalk café from…? She honestly couldn’t say because she didn't know where he'd disappeared to or the reason behind his sudden abandonment of her three years ago.
She trembled in the warm morning air as a plethora of emotions assaulted her beleaguered mind in quick succession: anxiety, intrigue, longing, regret, anguish, love, sorrow, and finally…indignation.
With every passing second that she resisted the tremendous urge to get up from her seat and walk over to make her presence known, the more equilibrium she regained. She could not, would not, go to him. At twenty-five years of age, with more life experience than most women her age, she knew all about the virtues of having patience.
To help sustain her resolve, she looked up at the clear blue sky, the other patrons enjoying their morning coffee, a lone car coming down the street, the group of retirees huffing along the sidewalk for exercise, everywhere except at him.
When she couldn't take the suspense any longer, her gaze returned to her former lover. He remained sitting there all alone, head tilted down as he texted on his cellphone.  He looked pretty much the same as she remembered.
In fact, he still parted his dark, wavy hair on the left side, although it was now cut short. He was very tan and his clean shaven, angular face still matched his lean muscular body perfectly. The board shorts, T-shirt, and sneakers he wore lent an impression of youthful vitality. Yeah, his early thirties looked really good on him.
In comparison, she hadn't changed much either, although she now colored her curly blond hair a soft light brown. She'd also grown it out to mid-way her back but still kept it cut around her oval face. She thought this hairdo best suited her voluptuous, hourglass figure. And the pants suit with heels she wore today fit her better than the tank tops, cut-off shorts, and flip-flops ever had.
As she continued staring at him and obsessing over his reappearance, she couldn’t help remembering how safe she'd felt within his strong embrace…how lucky she'd believed she had been at finally having met a man to share her whole heart with…how well their bodies had fit together…and lastly, of how much soul-connecting lovemaking they'd indulged in. What had gone so wrong for him to abandon her without an explanation? And why had he suddenly turned up again?
Under her patient gaze, it became inevitable that he would eventually look up and see her. The moment it happened, his blue eyes widened, his face went slack, and then he mouthed her name in silent recognition. She only stared back at his stunned expression, trying her best to hide her own inner turmoil.
He promptly got up and came over. In a deeply masculine voice, he said, "Hello, Clarissa. I was hoping I'd run into you here. May I sit with you?"
She stared up into his pale blue eyes, melting a little on inside. But still, she somehow held onto enough of her composure to say, "I don't know, Jake. You'll probably disappear on me if I turn my back for a second. So maybe you shouldn't."
"I have a very good explanation for my disappearance." He pulled out the patio chair across from her and sat without permission.
"Men always do, don't they?" She'd looked across the street at an elderly couple walking along holding hands. An old scar burst open inside her heart. She'd once envisioned Jake and her growing old together.
"I went away because—"
"Don't care to hear it." She cut him off, wanting to hurt him like he'd hurt her. She kept looking at the old couple while absently twisting her coffee cup around and around. "Besides, I'm getting along just fine without you. In fact, have you heard the news? I'm getting married in three weeks."
"Yeah, I read about it in the paper a few weeks ago."
"So you get the paper delivered to wherever you've been." She smiled at the old woman giggling at something the old man had said. Underneath the terrible pain searing her heart, she added, "And I saw you with a cellphone. You were texting, I believe. So you're obvious up to date with the modern technology of our times."
"I read the local paper online. And yes, I have a cellphone. I get it—you think I should have already contacted you."
"Yes, I do."
"I always thought I'd get back to you and Key West sooner."
"Oh yeah?" She shrugged her shoulders, keeping her gaze on the old couple. "I thought that too, right up until I decided you were either dead, or wasn't ever coming back."
"I almost did die, several times," he stated. Then, in exasperation, "Won't you at least look at me? I can explain what happened."
"Why should I let you? As I remember it, you received a mysterious phone call in the middle of the night, and then you got really agitated before leaving without a word of explanation."
"I—"
"Not your turn to talk, Jake!" Clarissa cut him off again, still refusing to look at him. "I think it's time we play a little game of who-knows-what. I'll start it off. You can jump in whenever I ask a question."



About the Author:

Edgy and provocative in his writings, Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every erotic story he creates. To date, he's garnered eleven publishing contracts with three different publishers and has seven published books in the marketplace.

When he's not writing, he enjoys reading, spending time with his wife, taking long walks, and people watching. Yeah, he's always wondering what makes people do the things they do. He knows it's usually something hidden in plain sight. He just has to figure out what it is, much like the motivations of the characters in his stories.


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