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.
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.
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
Reverie
- 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
Excerpt
Prologue
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.
