What inspired you to become an author?
I wanted to describe my dreams exactly the way they
were in my head as a small child. Even then I wanted to get my reality out
there and share it with other people.
Do you have a specific writing style?
I write 1st person present. Past tense
never makes any sense to me. How can you be describing something in the past if
it’s in the process of happening?
Do you write in different genres?
I have written YA before… I may again. For now I’m
very content in steamy adult land.
How did you come up with the title for your latest
book?
I’m going for simple and descriptive titles these
days. Sex and Sorcery is a good description of the plot.
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s
complete?
I titled this one on the same day I started writing
it.
Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a
true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?
Maybe things I wish would happen! Sadly, I don’t
know anyone with real magical powers.
What books/authors have influenced your life?
Laurell K. Hamilton was my gateway author after
college. She got me back into reading and writing.
What book are you reading now?
Never Sweeter by Charlotte Stein.
What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
I’m working on the second in the Sex Magic series.
The title is still a secret, but I’m tittering with giddiness waiting to
unleash this book upon the world.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
Here’s the hint about book two as it appears in Sex
and Sorcery:
“…You’d
love Edinburgh, though. There’s a girl there who’s working on magic sex toys.
The best combination of tech and magic I’ve seen yet. If you’re a girl it’s
supposed to be the best orgasm you can buy.”
Is there anything you find particularly challenging
in your writing?
Editing. BAH. All the editing. Can’t everyone just
let me write?
Who is your favorite author and what is it that
really strikes you about their work?
I love Charlotte Stein these days. Her dialogue
between characters drags you in and makes your heart race. She can put two
characters on the edge of a bed and I have to hold my breath with all of the
anticipation.
If you could have one paranormal ability, what would
it be?
I’d have the power of survival like Katsa in Graceling.
If you could keep a mythical/ paranormal creature as
a pet, what would you have?
I want a magical cat! Ohh, or the dog from Lirael by
Garth Nix. I loved that dog.
Sex
and Sorcery
Sex
Magic
Book
One
Sarah
Hyde
Genre: Steamy Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Sarah Hyde
Date of Publication: May 9th,
2016
ASIN: B01E2SR19S
Number of pages: 212
Word Count: 60k
Cover Artist: Sarah Hyde
Book Description:
Morgan Wright has just been
dumped by the biggest jerk in the world. All she wants to do is sulk in bed
while devouring all the ice cream on campus, but her friend has a different
plan to cheer her up—break into a secret all-boys university.
According to rumor, the school
trains sorcerers who are crazy good in bed. Even though Morgan’s never had an
orgasm, she’s not interested in anything more than an adventure. But when
cape-wearing guard, Edric stops them at the wall, Morgan finds herself drawn in
by his syrupy sweet smell.
There’s only one small problem,
the sorcerers at this school take their vow of celibacy seriously. But Morgan
can’t stay away, and as Edric tests the limits of his vow, magic-fueled orgasms
may change everything.
Excerpt:
His grip
tightens and he lifts me off the ground. He’s literally holding me up by my
upper arms. Now I’m scared. I let out a little squeak. My breath comes in rapid
pants.
“I’m going to
carry you out of here.”
I nod, shivering
in his grasp. I’d agree to walk, but I don’t really want him to let go of me.
Part of me likes that he’s probably leaving bruises on my arms.
His nostrils
flare again. “And stop breathing,” he commands.
“I’m pretty sure
I can’t do that.”
He starts to
walk and I’m still dangling. He’s about ten inches taller than me and easily
carries my 120lbs. His quads flex under the lightweight pants he has on. I’m
inches from his face, but I can’t look into his eyes. Both of us are focusing
off to the side, like I’m an offending bit of debris that must be tossed back
into the woods. I lean forward, gulping down the cinnamon flavored air. If he
would only pull me closer to his body I could nibble his neck. I strain against
his grip, but he holds me completely immobile.
He licks his
lips. His boot catches on a branch and he stumbles. Without thinking, I wrap my
legs tightly around his waist. The sudden pressure the seam of my pants
provides against my crotch is a relief. He grunts as he fights for balance and
one hand leaves my shoulder to grab my ass before we topple over.
He’s glaring at
me. With his hand on my ass. I try to keep from smiling but fail when his scowl
intensifies. His fingers flex once and I know he’s about to drop me. The moment
drags out. I shift my gaze up to the moon in an innocent expression, but the
space between us is throbbing. My pulse has relocated itself to my clit and
every orgasm that I never had is waiting to burst out of me.
“Get off of me,”
he says as he removes his hand.
“Okay.” In one
fast motion, I lick the side of his neck and untangle my legs. I drop to the
ground in front of him. My tongue literally tingles with the flavor of his
skin.
He stares down
at me. “Why did you do that?”
“I had to know.”
We’re close to the woods now. Almost out of sight.
He stares at my
lips. Does he want permission because I’ve been fairly clear that I want him?
He’s the one protesting, but we’re away from the school now. His hand is
visibly trembling. I step further under the tree cover. Shadows fall across his
face making him more mysterious.
“What did I
taste like to you?”
I exhale slowly.
I feel like if I don’t pace my breathing I’m going to pass right out. “Like
cinnamon syrup. Did you eat pancakes earlier?”
He chuckles and
stares at my lips again.
“You can, if you
want to . . . kiss me that is,” I offer.
He looks back
toward the wall, but there’s no one there.
“Or if you just
want a taste, you can lick me too.”
He sucks air in
through his teeth in a hissing gasp. “If it wasn’t for your smell, I’d be
convinced you were another test. But no one can fake this.” He leans into me
and I go perfectly still. His tongue flicks out and draws a soft wet line down
the opening of my shirt.
We both moan
simultaneously. A million nerve endings I didn’t know existed flare to life. My
nipples go crystal hard and jut out from my shirt. Do that again.
“I shouldn’t
have done that.”
“Hmmm, that was
not what I was thinking at all. Why don’t you take me back to your dorm room?”
“Mostly because
if you tried to cross the boundary you’d be fried to a crisp.”
I choke and
cough. “What?”
“Don’t mess
around with Bronson’s School. Promise me, you and your friend won’t try to get
in again. I’m not joking. The wall will set you on fire if you try to cross it.”
“I promise,” I
lie. Because I will do whatever it takes to get to him if he crosses that wall.
About
the Author:
Sarah Hyde combats the cold Maine
winters by writing very steamy romances. She loves berries, happy endings, and
tea. Sex and Sorcery is her adult debut.
Twitter: @fancypantssarah
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sexandsorcery/
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