#TNTConfidential Author Interview with Iyana Jenna (@iyanaJenna) and Ya Like That?

Iyana is here! Iyana is here! Oh yeah, readers, I’ve got the lovely Iyana Jenna dropping in for an interview. Can you believe it? She willingly signed up for it too.

Elyzabeth, you made blush! :D I’m the one who should be excited you have me again!

Ooooh, I made her blush! But probably not as much as her characters...no?

 

Ya Like That?

AUTHOR: Iyana Jenna

GENRE: BDSM • Contemporary • Erotic Romance • Fiction • Gay
LENGTH: 12,776 words
RATING:

 

Evan Foster is left with nothing after his father screwed up their family company. Evan's father ended up in jail, his mother in a mental institution, and they lost all their possession to the bank. Evan dropped out of college and he still has to pay for his mother's treatment. He has a job at a diner but it isn’t nearly enough.

Brian Donaghue is a millionaire with a multinational company but isn’t lucky in love. When he sees the picture Evan sends in with a resume, he’s immediately interested. But the way he ropes Evan into his company is far from conventional. Brian makes Evan an offer he can’t refuse.

Or can he?

 Available at JMS books || Amazon 

Your new novel is titled Ya Like That? Insinuating to say the least. What can you tell us about it that doesn’t appear on the blurb?

Thank you again! Well, about my new story, Ya Like That?—there is a word cut out of that title because otherwise the story wouldn’t be accepted by retailers like Amazon. Wants to know what that word is? You have to read the story first. :D

Did you have to do any research for this particular piece?

This story was born from unintended research… Ahem. If you call that research, you know what I mean? *giggles* Yeah, I got that title, especially, from a particular picture. So the story plot, characters, etc. came after I got the title.

Your characters are drowning and you can only save one. Who and why?

Certainly Evan. He’s got through so much already. He doesn’t have to suffer more.

What’s a day like in the life of Iyana Jenna?

Busy, busy, busy. From one deadline to another. I’m not only talking about my day job. I’d just finished a series of blog posts for my next release and I already had to finish translating a paper. Now I don’t know how to complete the tests I have to write, discuss them with a friend, and review them all before this Wednesday. *massages temple*

You teach and write English course books, have you ever written a story that involves a teacher? Would you like to?

I have. :) Two of them. One is not a pure teacher. It’s about a writer who has to do some research and for that he has to tutor a dyslexic student. Another story is about a math teacher. This story is also a shifter story. Hee.

What are you working on next?

I’m still struggling to finish a story that touches a little on the horror side. My other deadlines really distracted me to finish it. I think I need to set a deadline for this one, too.

 

Summer Loving…

Summer is here! What’s your best summer memory?

I’m sorry but no summer holiday for me as we have hot weather almost the entire year. :)

Any recommendations to stave off this heat?

You mean a kind of drink? How about my favorite lemon squash with soda in ice? :D

 For women (or for yourself): bikini, trikini, full body bathing suit, other?

Eep. I’m not too comfortable with my body. Full body bathing suit, please. LOL.

Favorite summer destination?

I don’t really have summer holiday but if I’d recommend the beaches on this island, Lombok, in my country. They’re heavenly!

(pic from http://lilywisata.com)

 Any plans for this summer?

Just stay at home. We don’t have a summer holiday. We still have to go to work. :(

 Elyzabeth, thank you so much for the interesting questions! Again I must tell you how happy I am to visit your blog again! *smooches*

It's always a pleasure to have you, Iyana!

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About Iyana:
 

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

 

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EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Evan’s heart constricted looking at the huge manor standing before him. It reminded him of his family’s former house although that wasn’t as big as this. He shook off the mental picture and strode to the security post, another thing different from his family’s home.

“Hi. I’m Evan Foster. I have an appointment with Mr. Donaghue.” The security guy looked him up and down, making him squirm.

“Can I have your driver’s license?”

Evan gave the man his driver’s license and got a visitor’s card in return.

“Thanks.” He turned toward the house.

“Wait. There’s a message for you.”

“Huh?” Evan took the envelope from the security guard’s hand and opened it. There was only one small piece of paper inside and he took it out.

Go into the house and come to the room at the end of the hall.

Evan frowned. It sounded like a line taken from a bad porn movie. Or perhaps Mr. Donaghue just liked to joke around.

Evan climbed up the short flight of stairs to the porch and reached out for the door knob.

“Hello?” His voice echoed in the large empty hall. Inside, it was dimly lit just like it was outside the house. Evan braced himself. He had permission to be there and instructions. He might as well do what he had to do.

Evan knew he had to get to the room at the end of the hall but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued and wanted to look around. Everything a mansion should have was here in this house: a vast welcoming area for guests, carpeted stairs spiraling up to the next level, and old portraits hung on the walls above the railing. Once he almost strayed, completely spell bound. He shook himself mentally and turned back to the hall.

After passing several rooms and doors, he got to the end of the corridor. He guessed it was the one on the left, for the one on the right was some feet before that. Evan tried the door. It was unlocked and dark inside. He felt around and found the switch. His breath hitched at the sight he was welcomed with. The room was bare, save for the thick red rugs on the floor and another piece of paper. Evan was written across it. He picked it up, turned it over, and read another message for him. Suddenly all of the air felt like it was being sucked out of his lungs. His sight blurred and his knees turned to jelly. He staggered until his back hit the wall, the pain throwing him back to awareness. He looked at the paper once more, hoping that it was just a figment of his twisted imagination. It wasn’t. The message still read the same.

Take off your shirt and shoes. Kneel on the floor in the middle of the room. Put your arms behind your head.

What was that supposed to mean? He signed a contract to be a personal assistant and not some ... sex slave or something. Or was that what they meant by personal assistant? Bile bubbled up in his throat. So it was for this reason that they paid him high, huh? A high-class whore? Evan wanted to run away, not having anything to do with them or the man named Brian Donaghue, whoever he was. He just wanted to forget he'd ever brushed with this ... this kind of stuff.