The Song Bird
Interview with Beth
1. Why did you choose to write ménage? What intrigues you
about this particular genre?
I love writing about the dynamics between two men learning
to share a woman. Some stories jump right into a ménage but I think it's more
fascinating for the men to grow into the love and all the sidesteps they have
to take to reach a HEA.
2. Tell us about your latest ménage, The Song Bird: what’s
it all about? Where did you find the inspiration?
I got the inspiration for this story after a vacation in San
Francisco. Set a few years after the gold rush of 1849, in San Francisco when
the city grew too fast for the local law enforcement to keep the peace, many
citizens decided to take matters into their own hands. The largest vigilante group
grew and the end result was the hanging of eight men.
3. In your opinion, what makes a good ménage novel?
Believability. Living
in a ménage relationship is hard work so there has to be a dance of some kind
to figure out how it all works. Human
flaws have to be worked in and resolved in an organic way. You can’t have
insta-love and a HEA without breaking something along the way. Know what I
mean?
14. Tell us about your future projects.
I have two books in my publisher’s hands, waiting on a yea
or nay verdict. One is a time travel where the hero travels back to 1927, told
from his POV, and the other is a short story about a hired bodyguard. Fingers
crossed!
Blurb:
Avilon Chambert travels to the wild city of San Francisco to find her missing sister. All she has is a letter explaining she’s in
terrible trouble and that she’s been working as an upstairs girl in a club
owned by two handsome men, Eli Masters and Jason Braddock.
When she arrives at the club, the only way she can get to
talk to them is by auditioning for the singing position, and she captivates
them by her beautiful operatic voice.
But the answers to her questions are vague and filled with holes,
rousing her suspicions.
Her arrival at the club seems to set off a chain of events
filled with danger. As she searches
further for her sister, she unleashes the wrath of a madman bent of revenge,
threatening to destroy everything and everyone she’s come to love.
Excerpt:
“If you two love each other,” she finally said, licking her
lips, “then show me.”
Confusion clouded their eyes.
“What do you mean?” Eli asked.
“Kiss him,” she ordered and pointed to Jason. “Love him.
Convince me the emotion is real.”
The bedroom was suddenly filled with heart-pounding tension.
Eli’s body hardened, the muscle of his jaw tightening. Jason’s eyes narrowed as
he regarded her warily.
“How far do you want us to take this?” Eli asked softly.
“If you want me to be comfortable with you, to trust you,
then you need to trust me,” she answered equally as soft.
That must have been the right thing to say because in the
next instant, Eli reached for Jason, sinking his big hand behind Jason’s neck
to pull him into his body. Their lips met, crashing together in a bruising
kiss.
Their bodies gravitated toward each other. She watched Eli
grab Jason’s hips and pull him into his body. They were equal in height and
stature, but Eli simply oozed dominance. Both men ground against each other as
if they couldn’t get close enough.
Hands roamed over hard abs, seeking. Clothes started to
shift. Layer by layer was discarded as the room became thick with passion.
Avilon watched them. Her heart pounded, and her blood boiled. She felt her
feminine folds become slick as their hands traced over sleek muscles and
tempered strength. Eli’s cock jutted hard and proud from the smattering of dark
hair that surrounded the base and traveled up to form a line that rode the
center of his tight abdomen to furl across his chest. A heavy sac rested at the
apex of his thighs, almost begging to be fondled.
Jason gently grasped Eli’s large cock, taking the clear
fluid leaking from the tip to rub into the shaft before pumping his hand up and
down. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth, holding on to Eli’s hips as the
bigger man buried his hands in Jason’s hair to guide him up and down again and
again.
Eli’s gaze met hers, holding her captive within its
brilliant lightness. “Touch yourself,” he told her.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Use your fingers to rub your
pussy, tease your clit. But watch us.”
Author Info:
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into
extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers,
doctors or corporate highrollers. I try
to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write
complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think
outside the box. I love writing
characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who
find redemption through love. I love to
hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/BethD.Carter/e/B00EOTD1T0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1385417145&sr=8-1
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