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Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Well, I had the original fairytale, Snow White & Rose Red to go by. But I like to write strong heroines so I shook things up a bit. I don't like damsels in distress, I like to write damsels that cause distress.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
Music is my main resource that inspires me. Pinterest also helps with storyboarding and filtering in descriptions of people and places.
Q) Is this part of a series? If so, tell us about it! It is indeed!
BAD APPLE is book two in my SnowRose Series, part of Evernight Publishing's Naughty Fairytale line. Book one is called UNBEARABLE and was Rose Red's story. BAD APPLE, as you can probably guess, is Snow White's.
Thanks for having me on your blog today to announce that book two in the SnowRose Series is live! And it's an Editor's Pick!
Snow White has always been just that, white as snow. Pure. She's lead a domestic life in the shadow of her outspoken and voluptuous sister, Rose Red. With Rose now marrying Prince Marcus, Snow fears she'll be left with an empty heart and empty cottage.
One night, Snow gives in to her desires, but is caught by Marcus' brother, Prince Darien, as he witnesses her indiscretion. Together they tap into a part of Snow long buried.
But Queen Miriam, once betrayed by Snow's mother, sees the same thing happening again--this time with her son, Darien. She refuses to let her throne be taken from her a second time and sets out to kill Snow White. Darien must believe in the power of true love's kiss or lose his kingdom, and Snow, forever.
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She spins from my arms and drops her chemise to her ankles. Turning her head, long raven locks drape her bare shoulder as she glances back at me. I stare at her naked flesh. Last night in the tunnel darkness shrouded us. Now, in the bright morning light, I see her for the first time.
Her gorgeous hair stops right before her rounded hips. She clings to the oak bed post and eases herself around. The pink of her breasts stare back at me. I swallow hard over the lump wedged at the back of my throat, blocking my words. My gaze traverses the length of her, stopping on the beautiful patch of hair between her legs. All the air in my lungs lunges out of me in a gasp.
“Why are you still clothed?” She tilts her head as a coy smile weaves over her lips.
“Because I cannot take my eyes off of you. Words fail me. They would do no good anyway. There are none to describe you, Snow. Gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. They pale in comparison to how my eyes see you. How my heart feels for you. But perhaps with actions, I can show you.” I rush her and sweep her into my arms, squashing her breasts against me.
Crushing my lips over hers, I sweep her mouth, telling her things with my tongue that I cannot say. Soft moans fill our kiss, and my feisty Snow works hard to get me out of my clothes. Hating to unlock our lips, I step back to undo the last of my trousers.
“I finally get to see all of you, too.” She stalks around me like a tiger eyeing its prey. “I like this part best.”
She drags a finger the length of my cock, which stands at attention waiting to pleasure her. “But, I also like this part.” Her hands palm the width of my torso. I fight back a smile itching to curl over my lips at her little game. “I really like these.” Gripping my hands, she pulls my fingertips to her lips and kisses each one. “They do so many good things to me.” She makes one final walk around me. “But I like this part most of all.” Pressing her lips to my chest, she kisses my heart. It fills with sadness and love at the same time.
The lump returns to my throat as I fight back choking emotions attacking my head and heart.
“What about my lips?” I ask, forcing a smile over the ache in my heart.
“They are not part of you. They are part of me. They breathe life into me. They feed me words that can never be spoken.” She runs her hand up my chest before cupping my cheek. “They unlock true love's kiss.”
I ease her backward onto the bed and hover over her body. Leaning forward, I brush my mouth against hers. Hard nipples graze my chest, sending a lightning bolt of arousal to my cock resting against her hips.
“These lips can do so much more.” I look deep into her eyes that swallow me whole.
“How so?” she whispers.
“Like this,” I say, before kissing my way down her body. Spreading her stunning thighs apart, I ease my face between them.
“Darien?” she cries out. “What are you doing?”
“Speaking to you in another language.” I pry open her lower lips with my fingers and swipe the length of her pussy with my tongue.
About Wren Michaels
Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line, where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they'd make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.
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