Suzy Ayers: A milestone or goal you hope to accomplish this year.
BJ Wane: I have already reached my goal for this year-getting accepted by two new publishers!
Wow! So awesome and best of luck with that.
Suzy Ayers: What’s the typical length of time to write vs. length of book?
BJ Wane: A short story, around 40,000 words, will take about two months including editing. I’ve written two full length novels, 120,000+ words, which took over four months, including research and editing. They were exhausting, but fun!
Suzy Ayers: What do you still get tripped up on?
BJ Wane: Dialog! I’m a very quiet person, would rather listen than talk, so dialog comes very hard for me. It is such an important part of a book that I spend more time on it than anything else.
Suzy Ayers: As a reader what do you look for and do you think that plays into how you write?
BJ Wane: Because I don’t have much time to read, I’ve become very picky, too picky according to friends I exchange books with! I have a mental block against anything written in the first person, so that leaves out a lot of books. I like strong heroines, but women who walk into a bar, take out three big guys without breaking a fingernail are definite turn offs for me. I need a little reality! My favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and I LOVE gothics, but you rarely see those anymore.
Suzy Ayers: Tell us the book you’re excited to share with us...
BJ Wane: I’m sharing BIND ME TO YOU today, part of my Virginia Blueblood series that
started with BLINDSIDED. Don’t worry if you haven’t read Blindsided-these are all standalone reads and can be read in any order.
Suzy Ayers: Where are you going next? What is your next project/book?
BJ Wane: My next release is SURRENDER TO ME, another book in this series, and it will be
out May 22. I am working on BLACKMAILED now, the last in this series.
Camille Statler would do anything for her sister and nephew, including going to a sex club with the intention of getting damning evidence to hold against Joshua’s father to stop his custody suit. Much to her dismay, she finds Declan Whitmore owns The Warehouse and her attraction to him is just as strong as when they met briefly a few months earlier.
Declan welcomes Camille into his club even though he knows she’s hiding something from him. Over the next few weeks, she succumbs to his dominance and responds to his controlling discipline but to his frustration, refuses to reveal anything personal about herself. The more time they spend together in and out of the club, the more Camille and Dec want each other. But soon Dec discovers her deceit and Camille is left to wonder if she waited too long to come clean with him.
Dec didn’t know what he would do, how he’d react if she said no. Thank God he didn’t have to find out because, with a look of relief, she followed him to the elevator without a word.
He couldn’t recall a time when he wanted a woman more, not even in his horny college days when women were all he thought about. It’s just pent up frustration from pent up lust he told himself as they exited the elevator and he led her into the first room on the right. From the way his cock pressed with painful insistence against his zipper, he felt as if he could explode any second. He knew he would’ve had no qualms about hauling her outside and taking her against the brick side of the warehouse if he had found all the second floor, private rooms taken when he stopped on this floor on his way downstairs earlier.
“Strip,” he ordered without preamble, tightening his jaw against the surge of possessive pleasure he experienced eyeing the cuffs he had left on her wrists and ankles. They were wide, thick and bulky. He wanted her to know she had them on, know who put them there and accept what they meant as long as she wore them. Her hands shook as she finished unbuttoning her top, her expressive eyes shifting away from his when she shrugged it and her bra off her shoulders.
Holding out his hand, he took them, saying, “Now the skirt.”
Camille kept quiet, afraid if she said anything it would be the wrong thing and he’d send her away. With her palms sliding flat against her waist, she lowered the skirt, taking her panties the rest of the way down with it, conscious of the heavy feel of the cuffs. They were bulky and cumbersome around her wrists and ankles, but strangely comforting in a weird, somewhat sexual way. She assumed he would remove them when he finished with her, and she’d been both relieved and pleased he wasn’t ready to end the night just yet. She had difficulty swallowing around the lump of vulnerability stuck in her throat when she stood naked before him, but as his
gaze took a slow slide down her body, hot enough to inflame her smoldering arousal, her body responded with its usual fever.
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs, a Poodle/Pyrenees mix and an Irish Water Spaniel. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting her two dogs, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was
strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking.
Recent accolades include: 5 star, Top Pick review from The Romance Reviews for
BLINDSIDED, 5 star review from Long & Short Reviews for HANNAH & THE DOM NEXT
DOOR, which was also voted Erotic Romance of the Month on LASR, and my most recent title,
HER MASTER AT LAST took two spots on Amazon’s top 100 lists in BDSM erotica and
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