Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Guest Author Elaina Lee

I was lazy between last week and this week. I kept thinking 'I really should put up a blog post about something' but never quite got around to it. But, I have been very busy since then - so much writing to do, so little time. Later in the week I'm thinking of posting on how much I suck at writing the synopsis.
For now, we have with us a sensual romance author, Elaina Lee, who some how manages to write with a toddler and a teenager at home. Yes, I am in awe.

Welcome! Please introduce yourself and tell us a bit about who you are.
I am Elaina Lee, writer of sensual romance. I can't seem to stay in a specific genre (though romantic suspense is my favorite), so I just say romance *grin*. I also design cover art for Astraea Press. I'm the mother of a teenager and a toddler. Yes, you may give me a hug, I'm always accepting them!

Please tell us a bit about your book.
Written in Blood is a dark and intense sensual romantic suspense. It takes place in Portland Oregon and my main characters are completely forbidden to be in a relationship together.

What was the motivation/idea behind this book/these characters?
I wanted to create a hero that could pass as a villain. As a result I needed a heroine who could handle a man like this. I also wanted to write a flawed heroine who'd made all the wrong choices up to this point and has to learn how to make the right ones for once in her life.

Did you enjoy writing this book, or did you have some tough times with it?
Oh I absolutely loved writing this book. The chemistry between my characters was smoldering. I did have tough times with certain scenes, but that's because they were emotionally difficult to write.

When / Where / How do you write?
I write whenever I get a spare five minutes, with ear buds in. Though, if I write with my toddler in the room, he's often sitting beside me and stealing an ear bud out of my ear. Makes it a little hard to write then. *grin*

Do you have some other qualification/interest/something else you do besides being a writer?
I also design cover art and headers for writers, but I like to think of myself as a writer first.

What book/s are you reading at the moment?
I am currently reading a book on archaeology.

Do you have any authors who were your inspiration/hero?
Shelby Reed is a huge inspiration to me. I miss her and her constant positive attitude. I hope someday the writing fates see it fit to shove into a group together again. Cherise Sinclair, Amber Green, Jerri Drennen, and Ali Katz are other writers I just want to give a hug too as well. And hopefully the up and coming Cate Chase, I'd be nothing without her support. Hugs, Cate!

What are you working on right now?
A Southern Romantic Comedy! I'm writing it for my mother. I told her the premise and she was laughing so hard she was crying. I knew if I could get it out on paper the way I'd described it, the book would be a super fun read. Here's me crossing my fingers!

Do you have any other books out you'd like to mention?
I don't have a release date yet, but Decadent Publishing is releasing a contemporary romance novella of mine titled, First Kiss.

This was a really, really great interview! Thank you so much, Jess!

Thanks for visiting, Elaina, it was wonderful having you here!


Lyndi Crisdean is assigned one of the hardest cases in her career as a defense attorney. A serial murder case. Investigating is Alek Trevian, the lead investigator for the district attorney, and a handsome and supremely dangerous man. Lyndi finds herself in over her head when she chooses desire for Alek over common sense. If they're caught, Lyndi will lose everything she's worked for. Circumstances beyond her control pull her toward Alek, for he turns out to be the only one who can help when threats start to mount against her.

Lyndi may be the key Alek needs to bring down a murderous cult running loose in his city. When her beach house is broken into and a man begins to tail Lyndi, Alek can't help but reason Lyndi may be next on the cult's hitlist. The question is, will he discover the identity of the cult, keep her safe, and still win the case against the serial killer she's defending, all while losing a battle against the strong, untamable desire she alone ignites within him?


Warmth and the faint, woodsy notes of his cologne surrounded her as he braced his forearm on the wall above her. She pressed her back into the wall. Her heart pounded. He leaned in, and his mouth brushed against her ear. The moist heat of his breath caused a shiver to race up her spine.
"You know, I don't think I can stop myself from kissing you when I get the chance," he whispered, and Lyndi squeezed her eyes shut as a tremor of desire rushed through her body. "Any objections?"
Words lodged in her throat. All she could manage was to open her lips. Just enough for him to take her silence as the invitation he obviously needed, for his mouth to crash onto hers.
Rational thought fled. Her purse and keys thudded to the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body to his. Everything about this was wrong, so, so wrong. Yet she couldn't stop her mouth from opening. Couldn't deny the way his tongue sweeping past her lips brought a tremor of excitement she'd never experienced before.
His mouth slanted over hers, and Lyndi clung to him, her legs weak. With a heavy thump, her body hit the wall as he pressed against her. Cold air brushed her skin, and she realized he'd untucked her shirt. Feather light, his fingers brushed along the sensitive flesh of her side. When his mouth pulled free, she almost welcomed the reprieve. His touch brought a wave of teasing pleasure on the way toward her breast.
Agonizingly slow, his fingers trailed up her ribs. His lips worked their way down her jaw, to her neck, stopping over her pounding heartbeat. Lyndi dropped her head back, and a tiny moan escaped before she could stop it. Underneath the underwire of her bra, his hand finally settled over her breast. Her nipple peaked, and she arched into his grasp. His hand gently massaged and pulled.
"Perfect," he purred against her skin, and Lyndi almost melted to the floor.
Once again, his lips found hers. His tongue teased, exploring her mouth, but never allowing her control. Then his hand slid free of her bra, and she wanted to cry.
His hand slipped out and the cool satin of her shirt settled over her skin, reminding her of what used to be there, bringing attention to the tendrils of longing deep within her. Slowly, his mouth eased away from hers. She knew she should be thankful he stopped, but she wasn't. She wanted more. Lots more.
He bent down and picked her things off the floor. He handed her the keys and purse. "You be careful, and drive to work from now on."
All she could do was watch as he walked down the hall and then disappeared onto the elevator. Resting her head back against the wall, she tried to take a deep, calming breath. The effort was useless. The man was going to kill her long before anyone else would get the chance . . . .

Buy Links - You can find it on Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance and of course my publishers site, Noble Romance


Elaina Lee said...

Oh yay! I was worried because I hadn't heard back from you. :-) Thank you so, so much, Jess, for hosting me! Had a great time with this interview.

Jerri said...

OMG, you are so sweet, Elaina. And, as far as Shelby, the woman is a genius with the written word. I have had the honor of critiquing her work--simply amazing.

Wonderful interview, ladies!

Elaina Lee said...

I cried the first time I read Shelby and about gave up writing, LOL! When someone can write THAT good, what's the point in my trying? Thanks for stopping by, Jerri!

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