Authors: Jaimie Roberts
Genre: Adult Fiction, Erotica, Romantic Comedy
Event - Blog Tour
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Murderous thoughts. That is what I had once Isabella walked through the door and revealed to me who she was. I needed an escape. An escape from my thoughts, an escape from the hurt... an escape from... him.
I was a broken woman, but I was never going to break my resolve. I grew up being a fighter, because I had to. No man could ever bring me down... Not even Luca.
But, I had to admit, I never thought my heart would break as much as it did that day. Of course, I fled, but I was a fool to think he would ever let me go. He always told me I was his... no matter what the cost. He was determined to keep me, regardless of the lengths he had to go to reach his goal. He was like a moth to my flame, a tattoo carved into my heart. I could never escape his pull.
I may have evaded him, but I knew it was just a matter of time. However, once he did catch up with me nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.
GET TO KNOW YOU INTERVIEW
Tell us is there anything about you that people don't already know?
I love shoes. My husband calls me a centipede.
Roughly 11 years ago I met my sister for the very first time. The reunion was a rather emotional, but fulfilling one.
Your books are so emotional. How long does it take for you to be able to get the characters out of your mind and move on to the next?
Sometimes it's hard to get your head out of a book once it's finished. Deviant actually made me ill. My blood pressure went down so much that I almost fainted at work once. Not nice. :( In the end I had to take a deep breath and move onto the next project. I like to build scenes up in my head before I start writing them down. It makes it easier to flow that way.
Are the names of the characters in your novels important?
Sometimes the hardest part of writing a book is choosing the character's names. I think they're important because a good, strong name can have an inpact on the way you feel about the character. That's what I feel, anyway.
What are the most important attributes to remaining sane as a writer?
Coffee, sweets, and wine. Did I mention wine?
What is the most demeaning thing said about you as a writer?
I tend not to dwell on the bad things that are said. Luckily, I haven't had anything too bad that it has stuck with me. I count myself extremely lucky to have met some wonderful readers out there. I welcome reviews good and bad, and also welcome any people who have reviewed my books negatively to contact me. I seriously don't bite... well, not that much. ;)
How do you react to a bad review of one of your books?
If they're constructive, I welcome them. I once had a reviewer rate a book of mine 3 stars and emailed me to apologise. I had read the review and told her there was nothing to apolgise for. The review was constructive and well thought out. It's these reviews that aid me in becoming a better writer. It's the "Bash the Author" reviews I get upset about. There's just no need for it.
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Maintaining a flow. Sometimes I will sit there and my mind goes completely blank. I hate it when that happens. :( The other part is writing scenes and then looking back on them thinking, are people going to get bored reading this?
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
That I can write emotionally difficult scenes. In Luca 2, something happens to Clara that hit a nerve with me. I cried writing it, and then cried reading it over again. I didn't enjoy it, but if other people have the same emotions that I did then at least I know I have done the best I could regarding that scene.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
I suppose only that in life you have to be grateful for the things that you have. Sometimes bad things can happen, but when it does you have to think to yourself that there are people in a much worse situation than me.
Have you ever read or seen yourself as a character in a book or a movie?
Not really. I have read and watched characters in a movie and thought, I wish I could be like her.
I love the covers. What made you choose them? What gave you the idea?
I went hunting for a hot Italian model. I found one and asked my designer if she could work her magic. I explained that having the castle somewhere on the cover was important, as it was important to my character.
Who designs your covers?
I don't think I want to tell you because I want to keep her to myself! ;) Only joking... Well, maybe just a little bit.
Kellie Dennis from Book Cover by Design. She's awesome!
Describe in 5 words, your writing:
Drama, dark, angst, romantic and erotic.
When you were a child what did you want to be when you grew up?
A managing director of a crisp factory.
Only joking. Funnily enough I wanted to be a writer. I used to write poetry when I was 17. I even had a story of a young girl that moves from the country to London and works for an older CEO. Romance blooms, of course. In the end I never started it.
What do you use to write your book?
A lot of imagination. I think it's imperative when starting a new project. I start the kettle for my coffee or tea, fire up my laptop, and start tapping away.
Do you listen to music while you writing or reading?
Once in a blue moon I may put some music on just to have some background noise. Mostly, though I like peace and quiet whilst I'm writing.
Tell us your latest news?
I'm currently writing another stalker book called Scars. I'm quite excited about this one.
What book are you reading now?
I read Grey recently, so now I'm on Fifty Shades Darker.
Do you have a nickname?
Not really. My husband calls me James, which I find quite sweet. I just think of it as a shortened version of Jaimie.
What are your pet peeves?
I can be a little OCD about certain things. Toilet paper being put on the holder correctly, for one. ;) The others are opened cupboard doors or drawers. I hate that! I also can't understand how many socks we go through as a family. I seriously put on about ten pairs every time I do a wash, lol. Considering I have to do a wash at least twice a week, that's a lot of socks.
I'll shut up now.
Do you ever write naked?
Lol, I think my hubby would like me to, but no.
What is your favourite Starbuck’s/coffee shop drink?
I don't have a Starbucks where I live. :( Normally I have my coffee black.
What's your favourite fruit?
Strawberries... preferably dipped in melted chocolate. Hmm...
What's your favourite tv show?
What's your favourite genre?
One of your favourite quotes
The enemy of my enemy is my friend
Do you enjoy giving interviews?
I'm enjoying this one, so yes. :
Five Fun Facts:
I'm a bitch
I'm a lover
I'm a child
I'm a mother
I'm a sinner
I'm a saint
Oh wait, that's 6! Actually, you can scrap bitch. I'm not really a bitch. My husband may disagree with me at times on that, though. ;)
Thank you so much for taking part. We can't wait to read more work from you.
LUCA (YOU WILL BE MINE) EXCERPT
Picking up some random chick from my club, I took her to one of my many apartments. This one was reserved for one thing and one thing only: fucking.
She was brunette, curvaceous, and had the most gorgeous tits I’d ever seen … But that wasn’t why I’d brought her here. I brought her here because I wanted to prove a point. Today was the day I laid eyes on the most beautiful angel I had ever seen. It was only a picture, but I couldn’t get her image out of my damn fucking head.
Watching this woman strip in front of me should have been a turn-on, but she did nothing for me—not even a twitch.
“Hmm, Luca, you’re so sexy. Let me take care of you.”
Hovering over my cock, whoever she was started licking and sucking me hard. I was going to push her away and tell her to fuck off, but then I closed my eyes, and the image of that girl came into my head. Clara.
Holding onto that image, I began to grow hard inside her mouth. Imagining it was Clara made my dick stiffer than it had ever been.
Random Chick moaned her appreciation as she sucked harder. I should have fucking loved this, but all I could think about was her.
Grabbing a condom from my bedside table, I pushed this girl off of my cock. I still wanted to prove a point. I had always loved sex. If I could just feel this random woman’s pussy, then I was sure I could forget her.
I placed the condom on my cock and hissed when I felt the urge to fuck her raw. “Fucking sit on me—now.”
Smiling, she did as she was told and started riding me hard. I closed my eyes again, and straight away, my mind went back to Clara.
Why can’t I get her out of my fucking head?
This woman’s body was perfection, and yet she was doing absolutely nothing for me. I tried grabbing her hips and gaining control as I pulled her down on top of me. Nothing—not a damn thing. She may as well have been jumping on top of my stomach instead of my cock.
It wasn’t long, though, before her moans of pleasure echoed around the room. I knew her orgasm was coming quickly as she sped faster and moaned louder than ever before. Once her spasms died down, I shoved her off of my cock.
“Luca, what the fuck? Baby, you’re so fucking good. Let me make you come now. I can suck you again if you want?”
Shaking my head, I just wanted her out. “No. Just leave.”
“No buts. Get the fuck out!”
Grabbing her things, she stomped across the room and quickly got dressed. “Arsehole!” she shouted before slamming the door.
Fucking hell! What was wrong with me? This Clara seems to have possessed me. No other woman has ever possessed me like this woman has. Her picture practically screamed at me to touch her … to feel her … to caress her.
Still lying on my bed—and still hard as fuck with this condom on me—I started to touch myself. I closed my eyes, and again, straight away, her image came into my head.
I pictured myself taking her and making her mine. The thought made my dick come to life like never before. My movements became faster and my breathing heavier as I imagined thrusting myself inside this woman I hadn’t even met … yet. It wasn’t long before I felt it: that blissful intensity permeating my whole body. That feeling which was like no other, radiating through me as I hurried to find my release.
Seeing her through my closed eyes, I started pounding faster and harder. A sound escaped my lips as I jerked and bucked underneath my hand, thrusting my release as hard as I could into the condom.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I get her out of my fucking head?
After my breathing calmed, I took the condom off and went to have a shower. Feeling the warmth hit my skin, I closed my eyes again, and again her image filled my head.
Slamming the wall with my fists, I came to a sudden conclusion. It was something I’d always known I was going to do—deep down—from the moment I saw that fucking picture.
That’s why you offered Trudy a way out, you silly fuck. You knew then that you had to have her.
I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel. The decision had been made. I was going to go to Clara Murphy, but first I wanted to see just how tough she really was.
With my mind made up, I smiled; excitement was growing with every thought which passed through my head. I was going to go to Clara Murphy and sort out this little obsession of mine once and for all. I knew all I had to do was see her and my mind would be made up for me. I would either fuck her until she was out of my system—or I would make her mine.
Getting dressed and ready to leave, I already knew in my subconscious what the answer was going to be.
I’m coming to get you, Clara Murphy. So, you had better be ready for me. You will be mine, and there isn’t a damn fucking thing you can do to stop me.
My name is Clara, and I am part-owner of a brothel called “The Castle.” My empire is my home which I’ve worked hard to build a life from. A future. But one day, the infamous Luca Belatoni stepped into my office and demanded that I pay him protection money.
Of course, I refused.
Of course, he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Now he is in my castle—holding me hostage. Trying to control my mind in business and my body in bed. Neither of which I will allow. No matter how much his caramel eyes and Italian words of love puncture my hardened heart.
So, being the hostage of an Italian stallion pretty much sucks.
Because this man is a force to be reckoned with.
And while I am not frightened for my life,
I am definitely frightened for my heart.
If you don’t like dominating, overbearing arseholes, please do not read.
If you don’t like jealous and possessive men, please do not read.
If you do like all of the above, then please read.
In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and learn how to become a better writer.
She gets tremendous enjoyment out of writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.