Hi everyone, Night here, and today I've got M.A. Church in the hot seat talking about her upcoming novel called Priceless that Dreamspinner Press will be busting out on July 25th! You're excited already aren't you? Good, because I am too. *Squeals* :) So let's give her lots of love, and check out what's new on her end.
|Somewhere in Night's basement: The Hot Seat|
M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.
But her most beloved hobby was reading. Even at an early age she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genre’s captured her attention and drew her in the world the authors’ had created. But always at the back of her mind was that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.
By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.
|How hot is this cover????? I'll take two please!|
Sparks ignite when Cupid takes aim at two mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an average guy on a company vacation, looks into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table and time stands still. Throwing aside everything he believes, Randy engages in a torrid two-night affair with Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s fallen in love.
Cynical billionaire Garrett Shiffler has everything money can buy, and most of his dates can’t see past the dollar signs. Life has taught him that innocence and love are figments of the imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with him feelings Garrett thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important battle of his life to win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart, not his bank account.
Meanwhile, Cupid wonders what happened. His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates interfere. If Garrett wants to win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on his own, because the Fates have other plans for Cupid.
They stepped closer and Randy’s body was as tense as a drawn bow. What would a suave, sophisticated guy do in this situation? Suave, right. Randy just hoped he didn’t make an idiot out of himself.
Randy’s breathing increased as he chewed his lip. His heart sped up as Garrett leaned into him. Would the kiss be hard and brutal, his mouth claimed by an onslaught of passion that would leave him breathless and bruised? He moaned in surprise as Garrett’s mouth sweetly moved on his.
From one heartbeat to the next, pleasure exploded in Randy’s mind. He hadn’t expected such gentleness. Throwing caution to the wind, he grasped Garrett’s hips and pulled him closer. Garrett’s tongue explored his mouth, that sinful goatee tickling his chin. When Garrett nudged his head to the side and nibbled a path down Randy’s neck, he willingly bared his throat. And moaned again when Garrett sucked hard on the tender skin near his collarbone.
Randy, squirming from the sensations, rubbed his leg up and down Garrett’s thigh. One of Garrett’s hands drifted down and lifted Randy’s leg higher, palming his ass as he kneaded the firm flesh. The electricity that jumped between them had Randy shaking.
“Garrett,” Randy gasped as Garrett found a particularly good spot, “there’s gotta be cameras in here.”
Garrett held Randy tightly for a moment, their bodies crushed together, before he released him and moved away. He mumbled under his breath about how could Randy think, much less clearly, at that moment. Randy leaned against the elevator wall, eyes closed, and tried to bring his rampaging body under control. The elevator dinged and lurched to a stop, causing Randy to stumble into Garrett.
He slid his arm around Randy to steady him and didn’t let go when the doors parted. Garrett pulled Randy toward his suite, throwing the door open. Once inside he slammed the door shut, spun Randy around, and trapped him against the back of the door. He slammed his mouth over Randy’s, picking up where he left off in the elevator until Randy was gasping for air.
“Let me be very clear,” Garrett panted into his mouth. “I want you in my bed. I want you desperate, wild, and begging.”
“I’m to the desperate phase now.” Randy trembled, trapped between him and the door. “Wild is right around the corner, and begging isn’t far behind.”
Garrett’s thumb traced over Randy’s swollen bottom lip. “That’s what I like about you, Randy, you speak your mind and don’t play games. I can’t tell you what a turn on that is for me.”
“I don’t have the first clue how to play games like you’re talking about, nor do I want to.”
“And thank God for it.” That jaded little devil on Garrett’s shoulder rolled his eyes. This guy either was very good, or very innocent. “Now, let me show you my bedroom. I can’t wait much longer to have you in my bed.”
Garrett ushered him through the living area, not giving him time to admire the softly lit main area. He opened a door to a large room that held a beautifully made bed with a sinfully black silk bedspread. The room was done in dark woods and masculine tones with paintings and photography from some extremely well-known artists. It shrieked authority, money, and power. The curtains were open, letting in the light from the city.
Garrett stepped behind Randy and turned him toward the mirrored closet. Garrett unbuttoned his shirt, parted the fabric, and placed his hands on Randy’s stomach. Taking his time, he ran his hands up Randy’s chest, dragging the pleasure out until he reached those perky nipples that begged for attention. Garrett flicked both hard peaks, making Randy arch in his arms. Then he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger as they both watched their reflection.
“So very hot,” Garrett whispered in Randy’s ear as his fingers teased the nubs until Randy moaned.
Randy reached behind him and wrapped his arm around Garrett’s neck, dragging him closer. That bulge that pressed against Randy’s ass was huge and had his imagination sitting up, tail thumping. It had been a long time since a lover affected him this way. Randy leaned his head back against Garrett’s shoulder and watched, heavy-eyed, as Garrett’s hands drifted down and undid his belt.
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Now it's that time you've all been waiting for! *Pulls out the hot seat* Have a seat M, I have a few questions for you. *Sly smile*
~When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
I'd always thought about, but never had the time between teh hob and family life. Then two years ago things in my life changed, and I had time. As one door closes, another tends to open. Plus, I found Literotica lol. After reading the stories I had to try my hand.
~You're marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice--who is that person and what item do you have? Extra Credit Question: To survive starvation after finding out the island held no source of food, would you eat the companion you had brought along?
Oh, that's easy lol. MacGyver is who I'd like to be stuck on an island with lol. And the item would be a pocket knife! I mean, really. Dude could do just about anything with it, you know! Need a place to sleep? No problem. He'd whip one right up lol. Plus I think he's sexy. :)
Well, you see, he's so good I wouldn't have to eat him. He'd use that little knife to build a plane and fly us out of there. Hehe. Nice dodge, huh?
~No writer that I know of follows a schedule, but when do you feel 'inspired' to write your best work...morning, afternoon, evening, night?
It really depends on when the hubby is home. If he's home, I don't work. But I find I'm fresher in the mornings.
~Which character from Priceless was the most difficult to write and why?
Oh dear Lord, Cupid. He didn't have a main role in this story, but he drove me nuts--always nattering away in my ear about how he wanted Garrett's friend, Jeff. I finally did his own story just to shut him up. LOL.
~Out of all the stories you've written which one are you most proud of?
It would be a tossup between Priceless--I think it's the sweetest thing I've ever written--and The Harvest.
~What is the best thing about being a published author, besides the hunky cover, the screaming fan-girls, or the title of 'published'?
Hey, don't discount how thrilling a cover can be lol! It's like Christmas morning and the honeymoon night all wrapped up in one. *Grin* But if I write something that transports someone away from everyday stress for even a little while...then I've done what I set out to do.
|The Wraith - Stargate Atlantis|
Hehe, actually I avoid horror movies like the plague. They give me nightmares. I have an active enough imagination, why give it material to use against me in the dead of night lol?
I don't know if this counts, but the Wraith from Stargate Atlantis give me chills in a creepy, sexy sort of way. I find them fascinating lol. And how many folks just raised an eyebrow over that???
~Being a huge music lover, I always listen to music while reading, making the book into this epic movie in my head. My question for you is: If Priceless had a theme song, what would it be?
Oh man. I don't listen to music when I write. But I'd have to say something about finding true love--something that tugged the heart strings and sweet would fit this story.
|Chronicles of Riddick :Vin Diesel|
~*Evil grin* Who would you Fuck, Marry, and Kill? And you can't count your husband! That's no fun (although I'm sure he's lovely).
LOL, dear God, Night! Well, I'd say Riddick fits the bill. But killing? Hmm, dude is damn hard... *clears throat* ...to kill. *Grin* But God, he's so scary sexy. And that voice!
~Was there anything else that you wanted to share?
I've sent Perfect, the next book in the series, off to DSP (Dreamspinner Press). I'm hoping they take it so a friend of mine doesn't have to eat her bullwhip. *Big grin*
In September I'm part of an anthology coming out from Storm Moon Press called Carved In Flesh. My story is called Faded Love.
~~~~~~~~~~It was nice talking with you M and congratulations on all your upcoming work! I absolutely cannot wait to get my hands on a copy of Priceless. The cover looks good enough to eat. :) Make sure to stop by and say hello to M.A. Church and get your copy of Priceless July 25th!! Have a good day everyone!
XOXO NIGHT TEMPEST