Wednesday, September 11, 2013

TnT Confidential: Iyana Jenna & Muse

Hello lovelies! If you've read the post below this one, you'll know that Iyana Jenna has organized a Blog Hop called "Share your Muse Blog Hop". There are a lively bunch of authors participating and each is holding their own giveaway, so after finding out some more about fabulous Iyana, don't forget to visit the Hop. 

Sicne we're talking about Muse's, Iyana has not only answered some questions but she's also showcasing her recent novel,  Muse. Having had the privilege of reading it I must warn you that though masterfully written it, with a dark depth that you will not find in any romance novel, this story is violent and not for the faint hearted. 

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Welcome to TnT Confidential, Iyana!
Thank you so much for having me, Elyzabeth. I really appreciate it, especially considering that my story is not a usual one. 

Muse is quite a dark tale. What inspired you to write it?
It was quite a long time ago that I wrote it but I remember this young actor who is just very beautiful. He inspired me to write Julien story.

What was the hardest part about writing this story?
Oh gosh. Those scenes involving methods of torture and torture devices were torturous for me to write. Yet I wrote them. Go figure.

Did you have to do any research?
Yes. For those torture scenes.

What’s your usual writing process like? 

I usually start with an idea for the plot and the ending of the story. I would write the idea down in a form of a synopsis but it’s not going to be a detailed outline. Writing an outline usually tires me out and when I am finished with it, I could lose interest on the story already. I said I usually knew the ending of the story, but I’m always open to wherever my story and characters take it.

What are you currently working on?

I’m planning a Halloween story right now for a challenge. I hope I can finish it in time.

September interrogation…
- A book recommendation for September
Omorphi by Cody Kennedy. It’s a YA M/M story about abuse and bullying. I really want to read it!

- A kiss under the rain or in the sun?
In the sun. Rain makes me dizzy.

- It’s a chilly Friday night, you are…
Wrapped in a blanket with hot chocolate and my favorite books

- The song that pops into your head at random times
Run by Snow Patrol

- A word you can’t live without

- A personal Anecdote
Well, I don’t know if it’s funny or not but I have this colleague, a fellow teacher. His name is Ridwan. One day in the Teacher’s Room, the television was on and there was a video clip of this boy band. Another teacher, a lady, said to him, “Ridwan, I think you’re as handsome as they are.” You know what Ridwan said? He replied, “Well, ma’am, if I were that handsome, I wouldn’t have been here teaching.” Ouch.

Muse by Iyana Jenna
Words: 4,000

Damien King is a painter who gets inspired from tormenting his models. Julien is his one-time muse. Warning: BDSM, torture, violence, dub-con


He could not take his eyes off the artist. His breath held fast for a moment when the painter seemed to glance his way, but apparently not, he didn’t stand a chance of being noticed. Damien King admired beauty and what he meant by beauty was a definite glory. It was obvious from his paintings. Damien needed a delicate-looking model for his muse and Julien would not even dare dream it. He was not in that category. In truth, he was nothing. Nothing.
Looking around in terror, Julien made sure he was still alone, hiding in a corner of the gallery where Damien displayed his artwork. No one he knew was anywhere in the vicinity although his father would eventually realize he was missing and begin to seek him out.
Knowing his hiding spot would not be safe for long, despite the shadow protecting it, Julien crept out toward the tall, floor-to-ceiling, blood-red drapes. Yet as he lifted his face, a pair of crimson-angry eyes fell to his and Julien shrieked, fleeing to a room where Damien had just retreated. His heart pounded hard, anticipating the horror that the future would bestow upon him.
Damien crinkled his nose as he rearranged Julien’s stance. The stench of blood and semen—his semen—assaulted his nostrils. The lad was unconscious now as he tightened the leather cords around Julien’s wrists. The ropes hung down from the ceiling, suspending the model in free space. Dark lids covered the boy’s clenched shut eyes, now drenched with sweat running from his brow. Those liquid pearls of sweat doused the boy’s face and body, including his bare chest and red, welt-covered back.
Damien tilted his head sideways, marveling at his own artwork, and that other lovely shape—definitely not his work—a well-rounded rump swathed with angry marks. The artist smirked, full of contentment. A little push to spread the legs apart and he would be ready to capture Julien’s startling expressions on canvas. Damien smiled, thinking of how it had all started.

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you very much for having me and for the interview, dear. *loves*


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