The Saturday Showcase
Good morning all you wonderful peeps and welcome. I hope you've had a great week and if not, here's something to take your mind off it all and indulge in a little Saturday sauciness with my fabulous guest author and her latest literary sensation!
A young, successful woman finds herself attracted to a man who is known for his promiscuity. She has no idea he wishes to play with her the way she wants him to.
While working together, they become closer. When she dares to reveal her wishes, he only asks her if she's ready to say 'please'. After she does, the games begin.
But where will they end?
Red Gone Bad
Both are of course also available at all other online ebook sellers.
So, we need to talk about me? What is there to say? What can I say, too much, and probably not enough. Let’s start at the very beginning.
I was born in Brazil, father a high ranking naval officer, mother a nice Jewish girl he met in the Netherlands when buying ships for the Brazilian navy. Moved all over the world, you could say I have no home-country—boohoo, poor, little me, I belong nowhere, except there where my heart is—to land in the US. Okay, nowadays I live in the UK, have a son who lives with his dad, not in the UK.
I love to bake and cook, but not to eat that much. That is, when I'm not writing, or reading. But gardening is yet another thing I enjoy. It all started when our son said, “Mommy, do tomatoes grow in the store?” I just had to show him where veggies and fruit come from and of course taking him to a farmer wasn't cutting it. Nooo, I had to start a vegetable garden on our land, but how to grow those delicate tropical things like eggplants and such? Right, enter a greenhouse, before I knew it I was growing 15 different types of tomatoes, three types of eggplants, 8 varieties of bell peppers and whatnot in the greenhouse, while outside there were more things growing and being eaten by little creatures that love fresh produce too. Since I vowed to grow everything organic, there was no poison entering our garden, so I ended up with loads of butterflies and no—or hardly any—crop, because caterpillars have a right to eat too. But that’s besides the point, we have a garden and my son knows fruit and vegetables grow on plants, bushes or trees.
You’d think with working in the garden my daily exercise time is covered, but nope. Yoga, keeps me bendy and sweaty all the time, every time and the best thing? I get the greatest ideas when tied in a knot.
My doggie? She’s a star! A Miniature Bull Terrier and funny as can be. I have done tests with her against Border Collies and German Shepherds. She actually won a medal there! I was so proud of her. I have a pic from her and her medal and from her and me taking the test. See? And then there was that time she needed to learn how to swim, but she has an abnormal disliking of water, except of course when she’s supposed to stay clean and not go into the sea, then water is oh so fun to splash around in, all proud when finding a half decayed fish. But back to the topic at hand, she needed to learn how to swim in deep water, we took her into the pool and held her. She splashed and panicked—as if we would let her drown, right—that didn't work. I got a life jacket for her, strapped her in and tried again. It took a few days, but now she’s no longer runs away when we’re in the pool. She lies besides it and hangs her head over the edge to drink from that yummie chlorine water.
Whenever she feels a lack of attention, she’ll do something goofy and makes you laugh while you ought to, really should be firm and correct her, it’s just, she’s so cute and manipulative, you can’t help but smile and cuddle her. She’s obedient and naughty, in a funny way, and when I mean it she knows, cuts the jumping around and taking me for a ride and starts behaving like she’s never done anything she shouldn't have. It saddens me not to have her and my son around me daily, but sometimes life takes you in a direction you couldn't foresee and you just have to go with the flow.
You want to know even more about me? I mean, really? I’m not that interesting, honestly, I’m not! I’ve studied Law, but never tried a case, don’t tell a soul, but I have a thing with speaking in public, or rather against it. Have you ever had a swimming pool under your arms? Vocal cords that don’t work? A brain shutting down and not knowing how to form words or remember what and how and why. Why, did I ever agree to stand here and make an arse of myself? What am I supposed to say to these people? That kind of jitters make it impossible to stand in court and successfully try a case. So, I got time in prison, on the right side of the table, fraternizing with the wrong side of society, to run back to the office and type up briefs and whatnot. Harass people for payment—I got pretty good at that. Pay, or pray!
But then! A near wonder occurred, I became a mom! Yay! No more working long hours, no more being tough and relentless, instead I got in touch with my soft side and love it still. First you only sing as a mom. I never used gaga, lala, baby language, as soon a s those little eyes started to look a tiny bit intelligent, it was reading real stories to the little critter. The moment he talked, he asked for more stories, other stories not those he’d heard already, and I began making them up myself. And my first stories were created, pirates and mayhem. Hey! It’s a boy, he wanted more than just a happy end, things needed to happen.
From there the jump to darker tales was not hard to imagine and then combining traditional fairy tales with murder and mayhem was even more fun, and the first twisted fairy tale was born/conceived. It was a flash of Red Ridinghood, but not with a happy end. That wasn’t enough for me. More needed to happen, to more of those heroines and I wrote and wrote and rewrote and edited and polished and then hired a professional editor to get the last commas on their proper place and tighten up the lot. When a professional artist offered to create me a cover for this collection, I could no longer refuse to get into publishing. Resulting in my first self-published book Red Gone Bad, Fairy Tales or Not. Soon after the second followed and now Bound is out there. A BDSM novella starring an independent woman who loves to play games.
These days I create my own covers and learned how to edit, but still use a second and third pair of eyes before being confident enough to publish my work. I blog and feature other authors, because I know how difficult it is to get your work noticed in the vast sea of books out there. I try to keep up my reading and reviewing, also because we indies need reviews and such.
And that's me in a nutshell.
Don't forget to come back tomorrow for
The Sunday Spotlight
Thanks for joining me today and to Lucy for being here, being fabulous as always. Tomorrow we get up close and personal only to discover a secret about whipped cream with something you'd never expect - EVER - whatever you do, don't miss it!
See you then