For the new readers, #TNTConfidential is the spot I reserve on Tuesday's and Thursday's for all authors to come by for a visit and share their latest news. There are 3 different versions, #TNTConfidential Author Spotlight, #TNTConfidential Character Interview and #TNTConfidential Author Interview.
Today, author Michaela Rhua is stopping by and answering my questionnaire. Please welcome her and her latest release, Moon Dance.
Welcome to In A Dream Beyond, Michaela! I hope you had a wonderful end of 2014 and beginning of 2015! You’re our first guest of the year! Wohoo! *rubs hands evilly* No, no, don’t be scared. I’ll start with the easy questions:
When did you start writing and why?
I think I have always scribbled here and there. Even as a teenager I used to write short romantic stories for my friends but then real life took over and I forgot about writing. It was only a few years ago that I met a group of writers online and was pushed and pulled into penning something myself. We blog as The Nuthouse Scribblers.
Are you a plotter or a pantser? What’s your usual writing style?
I think I am a bit of both – a Plontser. I tend to start with a blank page and just start writing until it begins to form. Then I get to a point when I have forgotten where I am going so start making notes to help push it on to the end.
How did you come up with the inspiration for Moon Dance?
I wanted to write a paranormal FF book again. I loved writing Mated Forever but inspiration would not come at all in anyway shape or form. So I left it all. It was September 2014 when this story began to form in my mind and then I began writing it. It soon developed a life of its own and a series sprang up.
Moon Dance. I love the title. How do you normally come up with novel titles?
Sometimes the titles emerge as the story forms. At other times I know the title before I start writing. I did with Moon Dance and I knew the title of the next one in the series – Moon Bound.
Did you have to do any research to write Moon Dance? If yes, tell us about it.
One of the characters is a witch so I bothered a good friend who is a very knowledgeable about the Craft and is a Wiccan. She helped with understanding the moon phases and getting the language right.
What’s been the most difficult part about writing this story? And the easiest?
The hardest -Sending it off to the publisher. The self-doubt and nerves took over until I received their reply – R&R (Revise and Resubmit) I had made some errors on the formatting and chapter headings. You know, really silly errors that had me palm facing - lots! Then I sent it off again and the wait began. Fortunately it was a YES.
The easiest – when I began the story flowed and just ran its own course. That was fab.
This blog is big on dreams… so tell us one of yours:
To find one of books in a book shop!
January Oh, January
Yes – for the first time in a long while I feel a little blue. I have some changes to make with my everyday job so that is exercising my mind. My children are getting older and on the cusp of making decisions that will affect their futures so lots going on that I feel anxious about.
If yes, tell us how you get over it
Hmmm….I’ll let you know when I find how to get over it!
A New Year resolution - Live life fully, enjoy laugh and love.
Best cure for the cold weather -Rest, liquids and food you like to eat.
Favorite warm drink -Earl Grey tea
A book for this month – It’s probably a bit cheeky to say mine – Moon Dance! I want to read Stardust by Neil Gaiman and I have a few Jean Plaidy’s on my TBR pile. That’s not counting the dozen’s on my kindle. All I need is time!
If we looked under your bed right now, we’d find… Apart from dust, a pink string shopping bag that I like and my kindle.
A quick pick up and a night of sex was just what Raya was looking for. Only meeting Amari set her insides on fire and she had to have more of this Indian beauty. Witches and shifters aren’t meant to bond only Raya and Amari can’t ignore the chemistry flowing between them. Trouble strikes the lovers when a past trauma hits Raya and Amari’s mother could be to blame. Finally Raya has a chance to get even with the old witch, who destroyed her life. When that revenge reveals that Raya’s past holds secrets she wasn’t aware of, it throws into question everything she believes in. Can the lovers unite to help Raya find her true self or is it all too late?
Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!
She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.
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"Good morning Amari. Sorry I couldn't wait," Raya said. She pulled off her sneakers one by one, followed by her sports socks.
Amari held out her hand, inviting her across. Raya's eyes lit up and she began to walk across the shallow water. Suddenly she stopped and looked down at her feet, confusion written across her face. Raya backed away, out of the water.
"Err…yeah. Why don't you come across here?" Raya suggested.
Amari did not hesitate, pulling up her dress to skip across the cool water, leaving her sandals behind. Once across, Raya grabbed her hand and pulled her into her. Both girls looked at each other. Raya’s deep green eyes shone back at Amari.
"You're beautiful…" began Raya, but she was silenced by Amari who pulled Raya's head down in a rough kiss. Instantly there was a connection, sparks of energy flew around them and Amari's body began to heat up. Lips meshed and tongues played, dancing and teasing. Their hands explored and grabbed each other's bodies to get closer, wanting no space between them.
Ray moaned into Amari's mouth. Amari pulled away.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Are you kidding me?" Raya said, pulling her back into a kissing that almost hurt with the fierce passion that was behind it. Amari's mouth sizzled against Raya's; never had she experienced something this strong straight away. She pulled at Raya's T-shirt, wanting nothing between them; skin on skin was her desire. Raya helped her out by holding her arms up and Amari pulled the T-shirt off. Underneath she wore a simple cotton bra that cradled her breasts. Amari slid off one strap and kissed the soft skin of her neck, then shoulder. She felt Raya's hand massage the back of her head, keeping her in that position. So she likes to be kissed there. With a new lover, it was always a learning experience; what they liked and didn’t like was stored in your memory. She was enjoying learning about Raya. She pulled down one cup to reveal a perfect breast with an erect pink nipple. Raya wasted no time: she sucked it straight away and then used her teeth to bite gently. This released another moan from Raya's lips. Amari smiled, looking up at Raya.
"You like a little pain?" Amari carried on sucking Raya's breasts with gentle bites. She moved her hand down Raya’s front and edged it into her joggers and down to her panties, which to Amari's delight were a little moist. She rubbed Raya's mound, letting the tips of her fingers slide down further. Raya spread her legs a little; that meant Amari could reach further. Massaging that pussy was not enough, she wanted to taste. Amari grabbed Raya's joggers, pulled them all the way down and then knelt at her feet.
Raya's legs were long and toned, probably with all that jogging. Amari stroked them up and down, dragging her nails closer and closer to her bare pussy that glistened, inviting her to taste. Amari stepped back to look at Raya. She was amazing with flawless skin, breasts that fitted into Amari's hands and topped off with her red hair that looked like it was fire when the sun caught it.
"Lie down, Raya."
"No, I want you naked too," Raya replied.
Amari hesitated for a moment, her hands shaking, because not everyone appreciated her fuller figure.
"Go on, let me see you."
Amari took a deep breath and pulled her dress off. Raya's mouth opened and her eyes deepened in color. Amari could feel heat emanating from Raya's body; it was one of those gifts her mother said she possessed, reading people's feelings. Sometimes that was through the colors that surrounded them or the energy in the air, this time it was through the warmth of Raya's body that drifted to her and pulled her in.
"You are perfect, Amari." Raya stepped towards her and stroked her shoulder. More warmth filled Amari as she felt Raya's hands stroke her breasts, down her waist to her needy pussy.