There’s
a Blue Moon on the horizon ladies!
Honey
Jans loves it Twice in the Blue Moon….
Could you please start by telling us a little about
yourself?
I’m just a small town girl from Wisconsin. I love to read and I really love to
write. I hope that my tales of erotic
romance with humor and heart touch my readers.
I think I was born with a vivid imagination and I just love to share.
Please tell us your latest news!
I have an upcoming release with three of my
colleagues, Debi Wilder, Shari Dare, Lynn Crain. This paranormal erotic romance series was
inspired by the Beast of Bray Road a myth that lives in the Kettle Moraine
Forest of Wisconsin. It’s really special
and I hope you’ll give it a try.
BLUE MOON MAGIC
One father. Two mothers.
Four siblings.
One incredible night that will change
them all forever.
My main
writing space is in the foyer of my hundred year old Victorian home. When I need a fresh change of pace I take my
laptop out on my sun porch or outside. I
once saw a psychic who told me I should get out in nature to write and he was
so right. I also pop down to a cute
little coffee shop down the road to meet with one of my critique partners. And then of course there’s Skype where I can
talk face to face with far away critique partners.
Do you plan all your characters out
before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
Not at
all. I’m a seat of the pants writer so my
characters usually evolve as I’m writing them.
It’s a bit of a messy process but it works for me.
How much research do you do for your
books? Have you found any cool tidbits in your research?
Depends on
the book. For Blue Moon Magic we needed
to research the Beast Of Bray Road lore.
Thanks to Debi Wilder she had it all on point. For Ride a Cowboy; Save a Horse I had to find
out as much as I could about ranch life near the Grand Tetons and specifically
game rights with endangered species. For
Arrested by Her Sheik I had to find out more about Greece and the judicial
system.
What main genre do you write in?
I write
mainly erotic romance but it runs the gamut from paranormal, to western, to
suspense, to twisted fairy tales. I’ve
also written contemporary romance and futuristic romance.
How does your family feel about having a
writer in the family? Do they read your books?
I think they
are all proud of me and they do read some of my books.
What are your hobbies?
I love art
and travel.
Do you recall
how your interest in writing originated?
Actually
I’m a late bloomer. I’ve always loved to
read but never thought to write until my sister gave me two bags full of her
cast off romances. Well after wading
through the stack I thought maybe I could write one. Of course it wasn’t that easy but there isn’t
anything else I’d rather be doing.
Do you write full time? What did you do
before you became a writer? Or Still do?
I write part
time although when a deadline is looming it feels like full time. I worked in sales before I was published and
I still do part time.
What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by
the seat of your pants or a combination of both?
I’m strictly fly by the seat of my pants. My books usually start with an opening
premise or line and go from there.
Current Release Details:
I have an upcoming release with three of my
colleagues, Debi Wilder, Shari Dare, Lynn Crain. This paranormal erotic romance series was
inspired by the Beast of Bray Road a myth that lives in the Kettle Moraine
Forest of Wisconsin. It’s really special
and I hope you’ll give it a try. This
collection will be released in print at Muse it Up Hot Publishing. The individual eBooks are still available at
Loose Id Publishing
BLUE MOON MAGIC
One father. Two mothers.
Four siblings.
One incredible night that will change
them all forever.
If you could be one of your characters -
Who would you be? And why?
I think I’d
like to be Charity Lynn Langford from my Blue Moon Magic story Twice In a Blue
Moon. I’d like to be her because she’s
in for the adventure of her life and she doesn’t know it yet. Here’s a little
taste of their adventure:
Charity
rushed back to her office in the IT department, cheeks flaming. At least one of the Langford sisters was
getting laid on a regular basis. But
really, catching Chas and Justin making love in the executive washroom was just
plain embarrassing. Even worse, it
brought home to her the sex she wasn’t having.
Now she was the one taking pains to keep her fantasy life private.
Passing
her staff, she avoided eye contact only to come upon the immovable object of
her guard dog, Lucas Kendal. The PI sat
at a desk across from her office where he could keep an eye on her. The work she’d assigned him as a cover sat
ignored. Instead, he read an issue of
Sports Illustrated; no doubt the swimsuit issue. It was a wonder he hadn’t followed her into
the ladies room.
The
man practically oozed sex appeal. Her
lips tingled as she stared at him. What
might he taste like? She’d love to find
out; maybe nibble his square jaw, and dip her tongue into that cute cleft in
his chin. Down girl, she muttered in
self-recrimination. He’s hired to look
after you not teach you the joys of sex at your old maid age of 32. Just then, he looked up, snagging her gaze,
his quirked brow told her he guessed her thoughts.
Cheeks
flaming anew, she quickly shut the door, and locked it. Thank goodness, she had her mystery laird to
dim the flames. This sexual itch,
combined with the series of hacking attacks she’d thwarted, threatened to drive
her crazy. Ending the barrage of attacks
with her fireball program had made enemies.
The pissed off hackers sent death treats, prompting her father to hire
Kendal, who made her want to knock him to the floor and do him. It was a vicious cycle, one she couldn’t
break.
Throwing
off those troubling thoughts, she peeled off the jacket of her business suit,
loving the way her silk blouse felt against her bare skin, and rushed over to
her computer, late for a date with her cyber master. She had two hours until she had to leave for
her staff’s annual weekend getaway to the IT Conference. A weekend far away from her annoying babysitter
would be wonderful. Maybe she could hook
up with a charming stranger in Las Vegas, sow a few wild oats, and get this
desire for sex out of her system.
She
slipped into her desk chair and reached for the keyboard. Her excitement building, she logged onto the
online sex site she’d discovered last week and looked for his screen name. Yes!
He was there. Wolf. A thrill went through her. She logged on as Honey, and put on her
headset, saying softly, “I’m here, My Laird.”
“Follow me to our private room.”
She
shivered hearing his sexy rumble; a thick brogue that rushed over her like warm
honey making her cream as she imagined what was coming. Sex with a guy wearing a kilt, now that had
kinky possibilities. With guilty
pleasure, she murmured. “Yes, My
Laird.” She could surrender to her
on-line master, get off, and still maintain an illusion of icy reserve.
“How
many times did you touch yourself today, Honey?”
His
demanded to know how many times she’d played with herself made her
hesitate. Hell, the man wouldn’t know
one way or another if she told the truth or a lie. After a tense moment, she let out a sigh of
surrender. Here comes the Langford
upbringing again…finish what you start and never lie to anyone about anything. Blushing, she confessed, “Six, my
Laird.” His chuckle made her squirm
in her chair; she was going to get punished; good. She thought about the vibrator in her desk
drawer, maybe he’d make her come three times in a row like last time.
“What
a naughty girl not to wait for master’s permission.”
His
scolding echoed her thoughts. Why
couldn’t she control herself? “I’m
sorry, sir.” She shivered with
delight getting into the secret fantasy.
“Did
you obey my instructions, Honey?”
She
brushed her bare breasts though her silk blouse, loving the free sensual
feeling of forgoing her usual bra and panties.
“Yes Laird, I’m not wearing underwear.”
He
took in a deep breath. “Good
girl. Unbutton your blouse for me, and
play with your pretty tits.”
“Yes,
my Laird.” Her hands quickly flew to do his bidding, slipping the
ivory buttons out of their buttonholes until her blouse hung open. The air conditioning wafted a cool breeze
over her budding nipples. With a sigh of
pleasure, she cupped her full breasts and fanned her fingertips over the
puckered nipples murmuring at the pleasure.
“I’m playing with them laird.”
“Excellent. Imagine it’s my big hands touching them,
getting your nipples hard.”
Closing
her eyes, she pictured her mystery Laird, imagining her soft hands becoming his
larger harder ones, his rougher fingertips rolling her stiff nipples. “My nipples are so very hard for you,
Laird.”
“Now
pinch them for me, Honey, a small punishment for being late.”
She
pinched them firmly, whimpering at the erotic feeling.
“Good girl, now spread your legs and touch your
pussy. Let me know if it’s wet for me.”
She
leaned back in her big desk chair and spread her legs, her hand reaching under
her skirt to touch her hot pussy. Her
clit was stiff, her pussy quivering, and wet.
She rubbed it moaning. “I’m
wet, sir.”
“Good. Play with that bad pussy, make it nice and
creamy for me, but don’t come.”
She stroked her wet slit, her thumb rubbing her stiff
clit. She couldn’t hold back a moan as
she got nearer to orgasm.
“Imagine it’s my hand touching you, my fingers
slipping inside you, getting you ready to be loved.”
“Yes, my Laird.
I’m imagining it’s you. When can
we meet for real?” she
asked desperate for a taste of the real thing.
“When I think you’re ready, Honey, and not before.”
She groaned at his rejection, but it
didn’t stop her hot response to his commands, or her growing need for him.
“Do you like the way it feels when my fingers slip
inside you?”
She
panted, her pussy clenching on her fingers as he spoke. “Oh yes, Laird, very much.”
“Now
stop.”
Trembling
on the brink of a huge orgasm, her fingers went still at his command. “Please, sir.”
“No. You’re being punished for playing with
yourself earlier. I’ll talk to you
tomorrow.”
Charity moaned as he disconnected, and tried to stop,
but couldn’t. Her fingers plunged into
her wet pussy pretending they were her mystery Laird’s. Ripples gathered, and she exploded into
orgasm. She was dimly aware of her
office door opening as she came.
When you have writer's block how do you
break free?
I have
suffered from writers block from time to time.
It’s usually brought on by outside influences like my day job :-) or a
few health issues I’ve gone through. I’m
a 5 year breast cancer survivor and let me tell you chemo brain put me on the
fritz for a while. So I had to learn new
methods for working, like waiting until the muse hit and getting it down right
away. Or closing my eyes and letting
things flow and not worrying about all the typos I’ll find when I open my
eyes. Now blessedly I’ve shaken off the
last of the mental fog and I feel like my muse is back.
Who is your favorite cover model? And why?
My favorite
cover model would have to be Jimmy Thomas because he’s so hot.
Is there a genre of book you would like
to write but haven't yet?
I’d like to
try my hand at a mystery. But knowing me
it would have to be an erotic mystery :-)
What would be the best way for readers
contact you? Do you have a website? Email address? MySpace site? Blog? Message
Board? Group?
My website is
www.honeyjans.com. My email is
honey@honeyjans.com, and my blog is http://atasteofhoneyjans.blogspot.com. I’d love to hear from you so post on my blog
or drop me a line. I’d love to know what
you’d like me to write next.
How can readers find out more about you
and your books?
Visit my
website or blog. Or better yet sign up to follow me when you’re there so you
can find out about my latest exploits.
Do you belong to a critique group? If
so, how does this help or hinder you?
I have
belonged to several great critique groups throughout my career and I credit
them for giving me my start. I still
have several excellent critique partners that I work with.
What's your favorite genre to read?
Actually I
read lots of different genres and it all
depends on my mood which one I’ll fire up on my Kindle. Of course I love erotic romance, but I also
love paranormals, and mysteries. I just
finished re-reading Agatha Christies They Came To Bagdad.
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