Interview with Selena Kitt:
Hi Selena. Thank you for doing this interview. I would like to welcome you, and the other authors of StarDust who may follow. to the Romance at Heart Interview and Author Grilling session. *bg* We are interested to find out as much about you as we possibly can, so lets get started...
- Please tell us about your latest book.
My latest book, due out in February 2007, is a Valentine Romance called Blind Date.
Annie’s sisters, determined to find someone for her, throw a party on Valentine’s Day and invite every eligible bachelor in town. When Annie attempts to escape the Valentine matchmaking, she meets the enigmatic Eric, who she realizes could finally be man of her dreams. In spite of, or maybe because of, Eric’s cryptic words and puzzling behavior, she finds herself immediately intrigued and drawn to him like no other man she’s ever met.
One night in Annie’s sister’s kitchen seals their fate, as the two lovers discover and explore the instant spark of heat between them. Their evening comes to an abrupt end when the mysterious Eric disappears into the night, and Annie realizes that she has no way of contacting him.
Determined to find him again, she enlists the help of her sisters, although it takes months for one of them to turn up any leads. Worried that he may have forgotten about her, Annie finally connects with Eric’s mother, Dita, who turns out to be just as troublesome and puzzling as her son! Dita sends Annie on a journey deep into the unknown, through an ever-twisting labyrinth of frustrating dead-ends and restarts. Annie’s life is turned upside down as she searches for the one man who can make her life feel complete.
In this modern day adaptation of the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche, Annie takes on each of Psyche’s tasks in her quest for her lost love. Each task brings her closer to him and to realizations about herself. Will Annie find Eric and reveal to him the secret she’s been keeping, even from her sisters?
WARNING: HOT/EROTIC (AND UNEDITED) EXCERPT...
"Can we stop talking?" She leaned back and turned her face so that her cheek rested against his. "I don't remember ever feeling this good."
"Do you want to just see what happens?" His fingers trailed down her chin, her throat.
"No. I want to be what happens."
His mouth found hers in the darkness, a slow journey from a mislaid kiss against her ear, a wet trail over her cheek leading to her open and anticipating lips. He kissed her like she was a secret he was keeping, something precious and tender and worth protecting.
Annie hesitated, waiting for him to stop her as her hand curled back to touch his cheek, expecting to find thick scars or warped flesh, but to her surprise, his skin was smooth and unmarred.
She slithered her arm around his neck, slanting her mouth across his and finding his tongue. His fingers fumbled with her buttons and she helped him, exposing her skin to the cool kitchen air. Kitchens were always so damned cold when there was no cooking going on, like bathrooms when no one was bathing. She suspected it was all the tile, but regardless, her nipples responded immediately to the temperature change. The angle of the kiss was awkward, but she was afraid to move and break their connection. His hand drifted over the soft material of her bra, and she was glad she had worn something with a definite texture, silky and light.
Annie believed she heard voices coming closer toward the door and she pulled quickly away, listening. She thought she heard someone talking about leaving, and she clearly heard her sister say, "in the kitchen." She looked at Eric, trying to keep her breath from being so fast and audible. "Maybe we should go somewhere?" she whispered, ducking her head and moving to her hands and knees to crawl out from under the table. He grabbed her hips and held fast and she gasped, looking back at him.
"No, we can stay here," he insisted, sliding his hands up her bare thighs.
"Are you sure?"
"Live dangerously." He was lifting her skirt, his hands roaming over ass. "What color are these panties?" he asked, probing her crevice through the thin material and she wiggled and sighed, arching her back.
"Black," she whispered as he pushed her panties aside...
- What can we expect from you in the future?
I have three more books coming from StarDust in the near future: Hades and Persephone, Erotic Greek Myths and The Real Mother Goose. Here is a taste of what’s to come…
Hades & Persephone
A Mythical Re-Telling
By Selena Kitt
Persephone longs for something more, but gets more than she bargained for when the God of the Underworld comes to take her as his queen...
WARNING: HOT/EROTIC (AND UNEDITED) EXCERPT with BDSM overtones...
"Sephie." His voice was coolness over the flushed skin of her neck. "Say yes."
Persephone lowered her head, breathing hard, swallowing past the lump in her throat. She was helpless, strung up by him, whipped by him, at his mercy. There was nothing she could do to stop this. Nothing. That realization shuddered through her, and made the steady pulse between her thighs even stronger.
"I heard you say that you wanted something more." He searched out her eyes. She blinked back at him, biting her raw lip. "I am offering you exactly what you wished for. Elysium. You, my beautiful beacon of spring, will be Queen of the Underworld."
She choked on a sob, turning away from him. "I'm afraid."
"Yes." He grabbed her chin, turning her eyes back to his. "But you want it." She shook her head, tears falling onto his hand. Aidon slipped his hand down her back, over the searing flesh of her bottom, and his fingers eased between her legs, probing there. Her wetness was a betrayal, flowing beyond her borders and onto her thighs.
"This tells me that you do." He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking at her juices. He leaned in to capture her mouth. "Say yes."
Persephone closed her eyes. Her skin was on fire, but the undeniable heat between her legs was beyond anything she had ever known. Behind her closed eyes, she felt as if she were floating above the world. Bound and beaten, her flesh burning, she felt more free than she ever had in her life. She had longed for something more, had been aching and yearning for something greater than herself, and she knew that she had found it.
She had already given herself to him. She could feel it in the sinking of her body and flight of her soul. A cage had opened in her heart and something had been set free. His breath over her skin was like the touch of wings and she turned to look at him, her eyes soft. He was looking at her as if she were already a queen, and she realized that she was. "Yes." It was the word they both knew she would say...
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Erotic Greek Myths
Two Tales from Selena Kitt
Orpheus & Eurydice
Orpheus returns from war to discover Eurydice has been faithful to him, only to lose her again to tragedy. Determined to get her back, he ventures to the Underworld armed with nothing but his famous lyre…
WARNING: HOT/EROTIC (AND UNEDITED) EXCERPT...
She gasped when he pulled her into the water with him, the tub threatening to overflow with the weight of them both. He deepened their kiss, his tongue finding hers as he cupped her breasts through the thin, wet material, his hand moving to feel the heat between her legs. He groaned as she shifted her weight, her thigh pressing the length of his member between them.
"Orpheus, I thought you were dead," she whispered against his neck as she moved to straddle him. "I thought you would never come. I thought I would never see you again."
"I'm home, Eurydice," he murmured into her hair, his arms tight around her now.
"I can't believe you're real," she said, tears in her eyes as she drew back to look at his face.
He nodded, and then leaned into capture her mouth again, kissing her with a wild, desperate longing that she could feel in the pit of her stomach.
She clung to him, trembling in his arms. "Let's get you washed."
She directed him to stand, washing his lower half and rinsing him. She pulled off her soaked shift and washed herself quickly, scrubbing her hair and rinsing it before stepping out to get them bath sheets. Wrapping one around herself, she held one out for him and he let her rub him dry. Then he took her bath sheet in his hands, opening it to reveal her body to him in the early morning light.
His eyes roamed over her as if she were a dream, and he took a long time drying her off, his hands moving over her skin after he was done, tracing the same path he had taken with the cloth. She smiled at him, taking his hand and leading him to the table...
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Aphrodite and Hephaestus
Aphrodite and Hephaestus are the most mismatched couple in the Greek Pantheon. Ever fickle Aphrodite sets out to win the God of war right under her husband’s nose. With the help of the young Grace, Aglaia, Hephaestus’ eyes are finally opened, and his life is transformed...
WARNING: HOT/EROTIC (AND UNEDITED) EXCERPT...
- How do we find out about you and your books?
The StarDust web site, of course, and I also have my own site and readers can check my blog as well. They can also join my Yahoo Group to find out about upcoming publications and where to access free stories!
- How may readers/fans contact you?
I have over 500 readers subscribed to my Yahoo Group and I get fan mail daily. I thoroughly enjoy hearing from readers and other aspiring writers and always (at least so far!) try to respond to every email personally.
- Do your fans' comments and letters influence you in any way?
Of course they do! Readers have their fingers on the pulse of my writing, and they are the ones who give me the best feedback… Did it work? Did it elicit the response I wanted? Did it move them, touch them, give them chills, made them cry or laugh out loud? It’s all great information, and I take it all in stride.
- Do you have a favorite comment or question from a reader?
This one came anonymously about my story, Connections, that was nominated for the 2006 Rauxa Prize (I was one of three runners-up, out of over 1,000 nominations!) I really cherish this comment: This story is touching and compelling, regardless of the erotic component. This is literature that happens to have an eroticism. A truly excellent story.
- Why did you decide to write romance novels?
My mother had so many romance novels she had to store them in under the bed boxes—under everyone’s bed, not just hers! They’ve been part of my reading repertoire since I was young. I cut my teeth on Jude Deveraux and Kathleen Woodiwiss! Romance reading is a lot of fun, and romance writing is a lot of fun as well. It’s not the only thing I write, but I do enjoy it.
- How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?
There’s a part of me in every character I write (even the villains!) but none of them are completely autobiographical, and I’m sure that’s the case for most writers. You can’t help putting something of yourself into your characters, but only the people closest to me would really be able to pick out the true pieces of “me” in every character I write about.
- When did you first think about writing and what prompted you to submit your first ms?
I’ve been writing since I could pick up a crayon! I completed my first novel-length piece when I was twelve, writing longhand in steno notebooks. (I still have them!) My first real “novel” was written on an old Royal typewriter—the kind with metal keys and a double cloth ribbon—when I was fourteen. I still have that too—the novel, not the typewriter! I submitted lots of things into contests in high school and college (and won a lot of awards) but got away from writing after I had children. Now that they’re getting older, I decided to try my hand at it again. I’m very competitive, so competitions are always a great motivation for me. When I entered the StarDust Christmas contest, I ended up winning a publishing contract… and here I am!
- Generally, how long does it take you to write a book?
It depends. I can write very quickly when things are flowing well. But I entered Nano this year (the National Novel Writing Competition—the goal is to write 50,000 words in the month of November!) and I got stuck! I just couldn’t seem to concentrate on writing the novel I had intended to write—so I ended up writing a lot of other things instead! I probably wrote 50,000 words, they just weren’t that novel. So often it just has to be the right story, and things will flow again.
- Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?
I write every single weekday, and if I miss a day (because I’m deathly ill or something) I get grouchy and out-of-sorts. I often take the weekends off to spend with my hard-working husband, and of course don’t usually write on holidays or birthdays (unless I’ve really been bitten by a writing bug… then, watch out, because I won’t even stop to eat or make dinner or go to the bathroom!)
- What about your family, do they know not to bother you when you are writing - or are there constant interruptions?
I usually write in the midst of chaos. I have four children, two dogs, two cats, and a husband—there is very little quiet time around our house! But I’m very good at tuning into what I need to in the moment, and if that fails, I slap on some headphones and listen to music while I write! The kids will come poke me in the side if they need something… like, if someone is bleeding or on fire. Just kidding!
- What do you do to relax and recharge your batteries?
Read! No surprise there, right? I’m an introvert and really need quiet time to recharge. I’m surrounded by people pretty much all day long, so a long, hot bubble bath at night with a good book is pure heaven and does wonders for turning my red light to green again!
- Where do your ideas come from?
The planet Neptune. Don’t yours? Just kidding! My ideas come from a million different places, like any writers. Life experiences, situations, snippets of conversations, dreams. I never know where an idea is going to come from, but I always know when it’s one I need to follow if it keeps recurring. If it disappears, it wasn’t a “good” idea, for me. But if it keeps coming back, I know I have to write it. I don’t keep a notebook of ideas, like a lot of writers, for that reason. I know that if I need to write about it, it’s going to come back to me eventually, and I’ll end up putting it down on the page.
- Do you feel humour is important in women's fiction and why?
I feel humor is important in any fiction, if it’s appropriate to the story. I love reading wry, sarcastic characters, and am delighted when they show up in my fiction, as well! I also love situational humor, when characters get themselves into embarrassing or funny situations that they have to talk their way out of or through. For me, if the humor is too heavy-handed or overly obvious, I have a hard time staying with the story, but I enjoy subtle humor. It has to be done with a delicate touch for me to really enjoy it, and I find the same with writing it. If I try to be funny, it usually falls flat, but if I just let my characters have fun, it usually ends up being amusing without my really even trying!
- What are your thoughts on love scenes in romance novels, do you find them difficult to write?
For me, the love scenes are the easiest to write! The passion and connection that builds between two characters and culminates in a love scene is the very best part of writing erotic romances. It never gets boring or mundane for me, because every character is unique, and their reactions are never the same. I find it fascinating to explore the different facets of sexuality and human response with the characters that happen to grace me with their presence through my work.
- What kind of research do you do?
I have a confession to make… I hate research. I’ll do it if I have to, but in those cases, Wikipedia is my best friend! I have a lot of general base knowledge, which is helpful, and don’t have to do a lot of research for most of what I write. It’s one of the reasons I like reading historical fiction, but I don’t like writing it—all the danged research!
- Would you like to write a different genre than you do now, or sub-genre?
I love reading horror novels. One of these days, I’ll get back to writing it again! I’m sure I could write an erotic romantic horror novel that didn’t involved werewolves or vampires if I put my mind to it! (And I love a challenge!)
- What does your husband think of your writing?
My husband is the most supportive man in the world and my biggest fan. He thinks I’m the best thing that happened to writing since sliced bread, which is wonderful for my ego, I admit.
- Do you ever ask him for advice?
He’s not only my biggest fan—he’s also my best critic. I’ve rarely met a person so able to pinpoint the very thing missing or wrong or just slightly “off” in a story. He gets personal readings, daily, of what I write. We both enjoy that part of our day!
- Please tell us about yourself (family, hobbies, education, etc.)
I’m in my mid-thirties, and I have a husband and four children. We live with our two dogs and two cats in the Midwestern suburban United States. I have a bachelors degree in English and a Masters degree in counseling psychology. In addition to writing, I enjoy photography, bellydancing, singing and drum circles.
- Fill in the blank favorites -
Dessert: Elias Brother’s Hot Fudge Ice Cream Cake—ah, childhood memories!
City: I hate cities… too dirty and crowded. I’d rather be in the middle of nowhere than in the city…
Season: Autumn… cool weather, the changing fall colors, cider and donuts and hayrides…
Type of hero: Alpha males… love a man with a dominant streak…
Type of heroine: Feisty, but with a desire to surrender underneath that attitude…
- Who, if anyone, has influenced your writing?
Strangely—Stephen King. There’s a description in Stephen King’s book, On Writing, is the closest I’ve ever come to describing the way that I write. He says that he doesn’t so much write a story as uncover it. That’s always been my experience as well. I’m not a planner or an outliner. I don’t create stories—I unearth them. Most of the time, when I write, I feel as if I’m an archeologist, clearing away the debris to discover the treasure underneath. I find out where the story is going in the same way my readers do, by following my characters to the end. In Christmas Stalking, for example, I was completely unaware of Ginny’s history and the reason she was homeless, until I started writing, and things just began to come out. That’s the way it happens, most of the time, when I begin to write. My characters come to life and begin to do things all on their own. I’ve come to an ending I didn’t expect at all, simply because my characters went off and did things I didn’t plan.
- Among your own books, have you a favorite book? Favorite hero or heroine?
The Real Mother Goose, which will be coming from StarDust some time next year, is one of my favorites. “Mother” is one of my all-time favorite characters. She’s just delightfully complicated and interesting!
- If you weren't writing, what would you be doing?
Delivering babies as a midwife. I may still do it, some day. Right now, my children are too young for me to live a life “on-call.” I can write in my own time, on my own schedule, and that works well for me right now.
- Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
Write. Keep writing. Pay attention to feedback, the good and the bad. Especially the bad. Don’t stop writing. Even when you feel like what you’re writing sucks, don’t stop writing. It’s like practicing any instrument, you need to keep doing it to get better. Read other writers that you admire. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and if you need to write like your “favorite writer” until you find your own style, that’s okay, too. Your own voice will eventually emerge. Just keep writing. The poet, William Stafford, once said in an interview that he wrote a poem every single day of his life. “But how do you manage to do that? I could never write a poem a day!” the interviewer said in awe. Stafford looked at him and replied, “Lower your standards.” You don’t have to write perfectly… you just have to keep writing. Perfecting your writing happens during the editing process. The actual writing process is more like dancing or singing or painting or playing the guitar… you just keep doing it until it becomes effortless, like second nature to you. Then you won’t have to think about it anymore, you’ll just do it, and you’ll want to keep doing it. That’s when you’ll know you’re really “a writer.”
- What question would you love to answer that I didn't ask?
I don’t know… but the answer is “a chicken, two crayons, a Slim-Jim and fifteen light bulbs,” whatever it was!
Thank you very much for taking the time with us, for giving us insight into your writing, and answering our questions. I really appreciate this interruption to your busy schedule. Good Luck, and we will be looking forward to the next delightful creation from StarDust and your talented imagination!
Yours in good reading,
Rose!
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