An evening of pitch black unrestrained passion at Club Blind opens her eyes to life’s possibilities. Now, if they don’t fight past their personal demons, they might never truly discover what they need most. If they can open their hearts, it might lead them directly to each other where they can discover their truth. If not, they may forever stay in the blind.
Welcome SJ to In A Dream Beyond. I’m thrilled to have you here today. And I know you've brought fruit loops! Weee! Okay, okay, I'm a little calmer. Here goes the first question:
1. What is a typical working day like for you? When and where do you write?
Thank you so much for having me today, Elyzabeth! *tosses Fruit Loops into the air*
I’m usually up by six and get right to work with a workout, other days I eat first and start writing. It depends on how active the muse has been overnight. It’s not long before I’m distracted by getting the kids ready for school and that necessary evil day job, but I work from home. I try and sneak back to my manuscript throughout the day. Oh and I write at my dining room table.
2. Does being a Project Management Professional help you find the time to write or organize yourself better? In other words, does your Evil Day Job help your writing skills in any way?
I like to think it does. I am very organized, but staying organized takes time and I don’t have a lot of that. Sometimes staying organized eats into my writing time and that can be frustrating. However, when I need to remember details about my past main characters for my current book or I need to grab a graphic quick to send to someone, I know exactly where to go and that saves my time constantly.
3. What is the hardest part about writing for you?
I could say finding the time, but I’m getting better at that, especially compared to where I was a year ago. The hardest part for me is confidence. I struggle with that all the time. As a new writer, I’m still trying to find my readers. Although, the ones I have really do keep me going.
4. Correct me if I’m wrong… but you only write contemporary romance. Why?
Because I haven’t written my paranormal and sci-fi stories yet which I plan start doing in 2015. I have a passion for sci-fi and that series will be written first, but there’s also a paranormal story I’ve wanted to write for a long time. It has a bit of time travel too.
5. What inspired you to write In the Blind?
I wanted to find a new way for couples to find each other. I knew about love at first sight but what about love at first touch? I didn’t know if it was possible. Once I found my characters, I had to try.
6. Did you have to do any research?
My stories contain Dominance and submission which is thick with protocol. I like to get that right and I do my research. Also, so far, I’ve set all my stories in Chicago. With each book, I’ve looked at maps and regardless if I mention it in the story, I know in which neighborhood different scenes take place.
7. Have you ever been to one of those eat in the dark restaurants? If yes, tell us about the experience…
No I haven’t, but it was definitely a starting point for my inspiration. I’m certain I would be the messiest guest, lol.
8. If you had to lose one of your senses, which one would it be and why?
That is so hard! I don’t think I could choose. I’ve studied dance all my life. Losing the ability to see movement would break my heart. Music is a huge inspiration to me, losing my hearing would be like cutting off a life line. Touch. No way. I’m a romance writer, touch is a huge part of the experience. I haven’t mentioned taste yet, but that can’t go either. My FIL died last year from cancer and the medications he took stole his sense of taste. It was really hard on him. I give up. I can’t choose.
Now, I will say, I think it’s hot to be blindfolded. Temporary blindness in a safe, sane, and consensual environment like Club Blind would be awesome.
9. What do you personally love most about this story?
I love the intimacy and the way my characters finally opened themselves up to the experience and found love.
Remember, Remember, November
Hot or Cold – dry heat
Indoors or Outdoors - outdoors
Favorite film – The Notebook
Favorite Plant or flower - Ranunculus
Favorite tune for this month – River and Roads by The Head and the Heart
There’s no coffee or tea left…what do you do? – freak out
Best thing about November is… - seeing my family
S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
SJ’s giving away one $20 Amazon gift card and two swag packs (book covers, bookmark, pen, zipper pull, and handmade beaded keychain or purse charm with book cover charm). TO ENTER: answer the question on this blog post and then click on the rafflecopter. QUESTION: Many believe blindness can increase your other senses. What do you think it would be like to be in a pitch black club like Club Blind?
IN THE BLIND Excerpt:
The door continued to open every few minutes. Finally, the woman in front of Jane was taken away. She could see nothing past the door besides black. Until the door closed, she continued gazing into the darkness. How would the loss of sight change the experience? Would she feel more? What would he feel like? Nerves shook through her limbs, and sweat tickled her palms.
The door opened, and shestood straight as a statue. This was crazy. She searched for pockets in her robe. When she found none, she swallowed back a curse.
The escort stopped in front of her. “Are you having second thoughts?” He shifted the goggles higher on his forehead.
“Would you like to step back and wait to go or ...” He stepped back and cracked the door open. “Sometimes it helps to hear the sounds of the other participants.”
She closed her eyes and took in the moans and let her mind drift to what her body would feel like to make her make those kinds of sounds.
“I don’t want to pressure you. Tell me what you want.”
“Thank you.” She opened her eyes and took a step towards him. The only way was forward. “I’m ready.”
“Good for you.” He reached out and took hold of her hand. “Come on, I’ll take you to the lucky one, for tonight.” He winked and tugged her forward.
Once the door closed behind them, Jane was surrounded by unending black. She looked around, but there was nothing, no end to the darkness. A nervous shiver danced along her spine, followed by thoughts of haunted houses. What would she find around the next corner? Her escort tugged her forward, bringing her back to the night's purpose.
She needed to remember why she was here. She needed to live in the moment. There was a good chance she was about to touch the man who would give her release.
They slowed, turned a corner, and after a couple more steps they stopped. She swallowed the lump in her throat when her escort placed her hand into another’s.
“Enjoy.” He squeezed her shoulder, and she sensed his presence leave the space.
A pull on her hand forced her feet forward a couple of steps. She stopped just as abruptly when she bumped into a hard chest—the man of the hour. This man would touch her soon, but he wasn’t yet. He was only holding her hand. Her breasts moved with her uneven breathing, and her nipples scraped against his chest.
Why wasn’t he touching her? Was he nervous, too, or having second thoughts? She reached up in curiosity to make sure he wasn’t wearing a pair of night-vision goggles, but only found soft hair. She followed the section of hair to above his shoulder and continued onto smooth skin and around his shoulder to his bicep thick with muscle. Her heart thumped, and her breath quickened as moisture covered her needy pussy.
She breathed deeply, taking in his delicious musky scent. Her hand wandered to his chest and found more of the same, firm skin rounding over firm muscles. A warm hand landed over hers and held her hand tight to his chest. A nose tickled her ear.
“Do you like?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“I’d like to explore you now, okay?”
She pushed out the breath she held and worked to breathe normally. His hand landed softly on her cheek, fingertips caressed her chin, and then up to her temple. The gentle touches raised a long sleeping yearning within her, and she leaned into his touch.
His thumb swept across her bottom lip. Curiosity wore away her reserve, and she let her tongue reach out and taste his fingers. One digit pushed into her mouth, and she sucked lightly, enjoying his clean taste.
The finger left her mouth, a second of waiting, and then his mouth crushed down on hers. His lips were firm and demanding, feeding her hunger. He ran his fingers through her hair, and then his warm wet tongue swept through her mouth. Back and forth, deep, then gentle, their tongues dueled. She explored more of him as her need to know him intimately soared.
His touch lingered around her shoulders and down her sides. When he found her ass, he kneaded the globes. The kiss ended as abruptly as it started, leaving her wanting.
She heard nothing but the driving rhythm of the music, each track feeding right into another. The current song enchanted her, and her hips swayed. No one could see her, so there was no reason for self-conscious thoughts. The brilliance of the club hit her with full force. It didn’t matter who she was or who he was. Tonight, they celebrated life and the pleasures they could bring their bodies. Everyone deserved pleasure. Even her.