Interview with Libby Campbell and Bound to the Past , #Romance , #Author , #EroticSuspense

Question and answers with Libby Campbell

Why fantasy?

I wanted to create a new world, in some ways a gentler one. I read lots of fantasy and decided to seek adventure in lands of my own making.

In some ways it’s really freeing to be in a world where I make the rules. But then I have to remember them all! So the freedom is curtailed by the demands of continuity.

What was your inspiration for Bound to the Past?

I wrote this book as a gift to readers. I wanted to invite them into the alien world of Devmaer, to meet some of the wonderful characters who live there. 

Of course, the ocean is involved. One of favorite almost-daily things to do is walk the rocky beaches near my home. It was on one of those walks that this story started to take shape.

What happens both below and above the waves interests me. This is the first time in any of my books that any of the action is underwater.

What was Freja’s last name before she was mated with Iwon?

No one knows her birth name. All the girls in the Crib are given Matron’s name, Warren. So her name in the citizen register would be Freja Warren. I picked Matron’s surname because one of our local theater companies was staging Mrs. Warren’s Profession when I was writing this.

We’ll see more of Freja’s homeland, and learn a bit more about her family in Silvelea with book 3.

Déak and Freja get together again after four years and are still in love. Is a four-year separation with a loving reunion more fantasy? 

Ha. No. Not at all. I’ve read a lot of personal stories about this type of thing. 

And I have firsthand experience:

My husband and I met scuba diving on a beach in Vancouver. A short, steamy affair followed. He went back to Australia and we tried to forget each other, not writing or phoning for years. Major fail. Five years later we met again in Melbourne. Six months after that I moved across the world and didn’t look back. 

When love is right, it’s right. People gave us six months but here we are, many years later, living our HEA.

Bound to the Past - Media Kit

The Lighthouses of Devmaer, prequel

Buy link: Amazon

Available free for a limited time here. 

Taglines: 

Love is tough. Tough enough to last a long and painful separation.

Blurb:

Freja, rescued from the flesh markets of Silvelea at a young age, has learned firsthand how difficult life is for orphan girls on the planet of Devmaer. Her “rescue” landed her in the harsh world of Matron Cass Warren’s Girls Crib, where young girls are groomed to be sold off as mates to the highest bidder as soon as they reach maturity.

At eighteen Freja was drawn to Déak Ryba, the first man to ever show her kindness. But he didn’t stand a chance against Iwon Sándor’s money and power. Iwon claimed Freja’s hand, condemning her to a miserable life of abuse and neglect. 

After three long-suffering years, Freja’s matehood was cut short by his untimely death.

For the first time in her life Freja finds herself free - free to work like a slave to repay the staggering debts Iwon left her. During her final ritual as his widow, a freak accident sweeps her out to sea and remarkably, right back into Déak’s arms.

Can the love that Déak and Freja once shared possibly have survived long years of separation? Will they finally claim the shared life that was denied them? Or will their happiness be stolen again by the sinister forces circling at the edge of their lives?

This novella is a prequel to Bound To The Admiral, book 1 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It introduces the alien world of the planet Devmaer as well as some of the minor characters. 

While it is a part of a series, it has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: Bound to the Past is a second chance, fantasy-world romance. Along with a happily-ever after ending, it has some very steamy scenes, including elements of power exchange and discipline.

Excerpt 1 

“I’ll take the rest of your clothes now.” [Déak said]

Freja hesitated and he delivered a sharp smack to her bottom through her wet panties. “When I tell you to do something, My Innocent, I do it for your own good and I expect you to obey. Immediately.” His tone was imperious, but his eyes glowed with tender humor. “We’ve wasted too much time for you to play coy now.”

He hadn’t forgotten her. He’d measured their separation like she had, aware of lost time. And he’d remembered how she responded to a loving whack.

Hastily she stripped off her wet t-shirt, unsure of why she’d been even slightly reluctant to do as he said. Hadn’t she dreamt of this reunion for years? She needed to lay herself open to him, body and soul. When she peeled off her bra, her nipples stood erect, as hard as stones. Déak looked at them and the color of his hair darkened from blue to blue-black immediately. He walked back to the rickleberry bush and hung her t-shirt and bra next to her jeans. She followed him a few paces, determined not to let him out of her sight.

Her breath quickened at the signs of his arousal. She longed to rake her fingers through his gorgeous mane, to press her curves against his sculpted body again but this time with no flimsy cloth separating them. 

Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books: 

The Lighthouses of Devmaer

Bound to the Admiral

Time Travel:

His Land, His Law

A Time For Will

Contemporary Romance:

Festive Fire – a Christmas romance

Romancing the Coast – a 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.

Simon in Charge – a 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.

Libby Campbell in her own words:

My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 

Connect with Libby Campbell: 

Sign up for her newsletter here: Libby Campbell newsletter 

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell

Find her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/

Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26 

Visit her Amazon author page: https://amazon.com/author/libbycampbell

Pinterest: https://nz.pinterest.com/libby3054/

Join her in the Facebook group Sexy Spanking Authors & Readers group

Thanks for sharing,

Anita

Other authors doing the neverending blog

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Kryssie Fortune	Patty Devlin
Kathryn R. Blake	Ashe Barker
Felicity Brandon	BJ Wane
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Abbie Adams	Alyssa Bailey
Anita Philmar	Valerie Ullmer
Daryl Devore	Libby Campbell
Sierra Brave	Jaye Peaches

Interview with Clare Dargin

Questions and Answers

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?

I am presently working on two shifter romances. They should be out by summer 2014.

How would you describe yourself using only five words?

Procrastinator, Funny, Quiet, Assertive, Friendly

Do you have any guilty pleasures?

Yes, writing Erotic Romance.  I can’t tell you why, but believe you me it is definitely a guilty pleasure. 

If we asked your muse to describe you using five words, what do you think they would say?

Doubtful, critical, procrastinator, addicted (to Facebook), writer’s block (most of the time)

Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you.

That I started out writing sweet romance.  And slowly over time as my confidence grew, so did the spiciness of my material. 

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Well, here in Michigan or/and in Washington State.  I think Puget Sound is beautiful.

How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Any way I can.  From waiting for the mood to strike me, staring at a blank computer screen, reading my WIP’s, listening to music.  Whatever works, I go for it. 

If someone hasn't read any of your work, what book would you recommend that they start with and why?

That’s a very good question.  I would have to say it depends on what their tastes are.  If they are into mainstream science fiction.   I would say Kybernatia because the plot is very straightforward while still having that scifi feel.  And as for romance, I would say  Cold Warriors because I think it strikes a strong balance between traditional science fiction and romance.  (Kinda if the love story of the new Spock and Uhura were expanded in the newly redone Star Trek movies.)

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.

With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly. 

Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Excerpt

Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.

Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.

She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.

Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.

Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.

Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.

Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.

This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.

She let out a long sigh.

“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.

“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?

“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”

“Love Play has quite a reputation.”

“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.

Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”

“So have you been married?” he asked.

“No.”

“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”

“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get together.”

He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.

“Maybe.”

“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”

Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”

He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”

“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”

Buy Link- www.bookstrand.com/merry-chris-mas

Author Bio

Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.

An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.

Links--  http://claresblog2thehaven.blogspot.com/?zx=26f6bb61eabb4ba1

http://theembraced.blogspot.com/?zx=37901b3000add8ff

www.facebook.com/clare.dargin

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Who is Anita Philmar?

Good Question with no easy answer.

We are all unique in our own way. Yet, when you start telling others about who you are or what you're like, the descriptions all begin to sound the same.

I don't want to be the same. Wild and Crazy, meak and shy, at times we all have these characteristics, some of us more than others.

I'm a normal person with a husband, two kids, and a dogs. I love people and enjoy meeting new friends as well as old friends. I spend most of my time alone, because I chose to be a writer.

For some this would be the kiss of death, for me it's a joy because I can visit new worlds and go to exotic places. No rules, except the ones I create. Bad characters that my characters can slay. Situations that I control. Oh, but its great to be all powerful.

Naughty? Nice?

Some say I take it to far, others say not far enough.

No matter the opinion, I enjoy what I do. I like to take my readers on a journey through a fantasy world which stretches the imagination.

Hopefully, they have a little fun, get a little hot and have a great read.

Can't ask for more than that.

Anita