Thanks Roxanne for having me. It’s great to stop by and chat with you. I’m thrilled about sharing Platinum Pleasures with everyone as well as a little sneak peek into my writing world.
What inspired you to become an author?
I can’t really remember a time I didn’t want to be an author, or didn’t write for that matter. I always loved making up stories, but then the leap from writing to actually pursuing publishing came later. An avid reader, I’d dreamed once day my stories would be published, but I never took it to the next level until I joined Romance Writers of America. That opened the door to me on the “mysteries” of getting published. Once I learned the ropes, so to speak, honed my craft with practice, and more practice, then I was ready to pursue a path in writing for publication. I can’t tell you how exiting that first offer to publish was, it was the culmination of years and years of hard work.
Do you have a specific writing style?
I think I have a fairly free flowing writing style. I just start typing and the words flow the way I think them or speak them. I am a sensual and descriptive writer. I like my readers to experience the scene as if they were there. And of course I write hot. So no holds barred.
Do you write in different genres?
I write sexy toe curling romance which is most often classified as erotic romance.
If yes which is your favorite genre to write?
Romance, and the hotter the better.
How did you come up with the title for your latest book?
It came to me as I was writing as the hero’s business is called Platinum Enterprises. He owns a high end one of a kind luxury travel business. So that’s where the “Platinum” part came from. And the “Pleasure” part? Well the whole book is about both finding and giving pleasure. And what better level of pleasure than Platinum? Hence, Platinum Pleasures.
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
I do both. Some books I have the title for first, and others the title emerges as I am writing.
Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true-life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?
Yes, the whole book is based on my life. Oh, now I’m being naughty! Bad Kate. No, I’m pulling your leg; the book is not based on my life. To be serious, every book I write has elements of my life experience, people I’ve met, but then there is a lot of fiction too. I think that is what it makes it so fun to write.
What books/authors have influenced your life?
I first got bitten by the classics like Jane Eyre back in high school and college. There was something in the tortured romance that first clued me into writing and reading romance. Then I went on to read Thornbirds, The Outlander Series, all capturing my love of romance. I devoured Maeve Binchy books for the way she told a story. And then when looking for hotter romances I found my groove, what I really like to read in the erotic romances of Opal Carew, Maya Banks, Jasmine Haynes and Megan Hart. Stories with heart pounding romance and scalding sex scenes.
What book are you reading now?
I’m ready Chameleon by Ashe Barker, The Island by Tracy Garvis-Graves, and Bliss by Opal Carew.
What books are in your to read pile?
Anything by Jasmine Haynes, Opal Carew, Ashe Barker, Tracy Garvis-Graves.
What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
I’m just finishing up “Bottoms Up” a cocktail themed erotic romance and I have a new release coming out soon, “A Vixen In Venice.” A Vixen in Venice is part of the Totally Five Star series and is set in a luxury hotel in Venice complete with all the risqué goings on of the staff. It’s a hot tale of seduction when the heroine falls for an art thief who is on the run…with her heart.
Do you have to travel much to do research for your books?
Plenty. In fact that’s one of my favorite questions to be asked. I write erotic romance. J Pretty fun to research.
Genre: contemporary erotic romance
Publisher: Totally Bound
Date of Publication: June 1, 2014
Number of pages: 100
Word Count: 25,815
One night…one fantasy for hire…one sizzling case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley Simmons can hardly believe she’s ordered a fantasy lover online — a man to fulfill her deepest sexual desires for the entire evening. She’s in for a surprise when sexy young Mr. R shows up at her door in a classic case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley has the night of her life being pleasured by the much younger and demanding multi-millionaire — until she discovers he’s not her fantasy lover after all.
He’s even better than that.
Ainsley’s doorbell chimed again. Oh goodie. She clasped her hands together and shivered with anticipation. Whoever her mystery man was, he was back—and she was ready to play.
Standing tall, holding in her stomach in and smiling widely, she braced herself for what lay ahead as she headed for the foyer. She was intrigued by whether anyone would be there or not this time. Maybe it was some kind of hide and seek. Kinky hide and seek, she hoped.
Her hand trembled on the knob as she opened her front door.
“Oh,” she said, surprised to see a man holding a large box of chocolates out to her. A very good looking younger man with intense blue eyes. Good, she’d asked for that. So far...so good.
“Chocolates,” she purred, eyeing the trademark famous wrapping. “I love chocolate, especially Swiss.”
Casting her eyes up, she surveyed the hunk before her. Suit and tie. Umm. Not quite what she’d been expecting, but then what did someone who came to fulfil your deepest sexual desires wear? They couldn’t very well parade around in their undies. Embarrassed, she glanced down at her mostly naked self then back up at her guest. His vivid blue eyes were glued to her body, his mouth agape.
“Oh, do come in,” she said, flattered that his gaze lingered on her as she held the door wide for him to enter.
“Uh...uhhh,” he said after a pause, stepping cautiously across the threshold and into the marble foyer.
Damn, he was undeniably sexy, just what she’d asked for. And oh so young, what was he, twenty-five, if that? And that look on his face...he looked confused, as if unsure. Well she’d be only too happy to kiss that look right off him. Oh, this was going to be fun.
“Miss Simmons?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably. She pressed a finger across his lips to silence him. “Ah, no names, the company said so, remember?” she said, not removing her finger.
“Call me...Mrs M.” She’d never been married, even though she’d lived with Charles for more years than proved wise. The very thought of going by a pseudonym sent an empowering thrill through her. Very Mrs Robinson, if she did say so herself.
“Mrs M,” he said, stepping back. Her finger fell from his lips. “I came to deliver”—he reached into his pocket as if looking for something—“to deliver... Damn,” he said, still searching for something.
“Later.” She was in no mood for any paperwork. It would just ruin the mood. As nervous as she was, now that her fantasy lover was there before her, she could barely wait for him to take control so she could just relax and be pleasured. Just as the Fantasies Incorporated’s website promised.
But he just stood there.
She waited, wondering if he was going to take charge soon. He didn’t make a move and she was nervous. Maybe she was supposed to make the first gesture? After all, she was the customer.
“Come...follow me,” she said, deciding she’d better make the first gesture. Leading the way through her cream and gold upholstered expanse of a living room, she stopped midway, sensing he wasn’t following. Glancing back, she saw he still stood in her wide front entrance.
“Well, come on,” she prompted, taking the moment to admire his sandy blond hair with the jagged edges that brushed just below his ears. She loved it when these young men wore their hair a little dishevelled and longer like he did. She couldn’t wait to tangle her fingers through it while he pleasured her. Fucked her. Her cheeks flamed hot at the thought.
Her fantasy man smiled, almost shyly, his brow arching slightly. A cocky look, if ever she’d seen one. What a turn on that was, he must be playing into this whole Mrs Robinson theme. He nodded and stepped out of her foyer and into her home, following her to the opulent living room. Her body surged with anticipation. This was going to be the best Valentine’s present ever. Glancing back, she saw his eyes were riveted to her ass. She grew wet at the thought.
“I was expecting you.” She filled the silence with a nervous laugh as she stopped at the well-stocked bar on the far side of the room. The silver ice bucket gleamed with condensation, and the two crystal flutes she’d set beside it shimmered against the setting sun. Beyond their refreshments was one of the best views in Beverly Hills.
“You were?” He gulped, his Adam’s apple showing as he swallowed.
She nodded. “I have champagne chilling...you do drink champagne, don’t you?” she inquired. Not waiting for the answer, she pulled the chilled bottle from the ice bucket. Slow droplets of condensation dripped onto the marble floor. “Here, you uncork it, I’m hopeless at it.” She handed him the bottle and sat down one of her bar stools, almost sliding off in her silky peignoir.
He smiled and loosened his tie. Oh, yum. He caught her gaze and he blushed. Fuck—did he really just blush? Oh, he played the Mrs Robinson thing better than she could have imagined.
About the Author:
Kate Deveaux is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since!
A former wedding planner, Kate has always been "in love" with love! She was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Originally from England, now resides in the U.S. with her husband.
When she’s not writing or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even "love" in that game too!
Author website: http://www.katedeveaux.com
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