Hello Ronnie! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! It’s such a pleasure to chat with you. So tell me…
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics
of your characters?
My
protagonist character in The Laundromat
was based on a chance remark of a person I was chatting with online. She said
in passing that she had visited her local laundromat and there was a man there
whose eyes boggled. Our interactions and her brief description of him led to
the germ of an idea for an entire story. The characters and their roles
required for the telling of this story followed from this basic premise. I used
people in my life to visualize the physical appearance of the main characters. I
gave them traits and values to guide their actions. I then let their personalities
grow in the context of the situations I am putting them into. To some extent
this means letting go and having the characters deal with the situation and
their own responses.
Q) Is this book part of a series? If so, can you tell us about it?
Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?
Because I
like the story I decided to rework it for a wider audience. I have also
combined it with some of the related haiku that I have been playing with for
the last few years. The result is a kind of hybrid illustrated book featuring
the revised story in prose and haiku. I like where it landed although it makes
it a little unusual in the genre.
Q) What
do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor
as a writer?
I try to write about serious literary themes while staying true to the
erotica genre. My stories feature a lot of sex. Lots and lots of sex. Readers
either love this about my writing or it puts them off entirely.
Q) Do you try more to be original or
to deliver to readers what they want?
I write what
I like to write and hope that my readers will enjoy it.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out
before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
I tend to
prepare a basic outline for my story with a beginning a middle and an end. I
think about the narrative structure. My stories are basically all about a
journey. Usually the hero has lost love and is going to find love again with a
few hurdles along the way. I start with the main character. The other
characters are going to either create those hurdles or help her deal with them.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
My next
project is undecided. I have too many ideas at the moment to know which one
will proceed. One idea is to create a collection of short stories based on common
sexual fantasies. Each scenario would have a story written from both the man
and woman’s perspective, highlighting the differences and similarities in
emphasis. Another idea is another short story collection focused on the wants
and experiences of women with different stories to tell. Having said that, I am
itching to write another novel.
Dolphin Heat Tamed
Blurb
A
tourist boat is heading out on a river cruise to see dolphins. There are only
two women aboard and this is no ordinary tourist jaunt. A young woman is the
captain for this trip. Her beautiful passenger's presence sends her thoughts
and body into sexual overdrive. A curtain of thick heat and excitement
envelopes the boat and the women travelling the river.
Each turn of the journey
challenges the young woman's self-control. Ignoring conventional sensibilities,
she follows the tantalising woman's shameless lead. The women's excitement
escalates as they get closer to their destination. What happens when they
arrive challenges usual boundaries. All the young woman can do is succumb to
this wild exotic erotic experience.
Extract
After
that start to my morning, I allowed myself a languid breakfast, not rushing.
After a long shower I got into my most fetching white cotton bra and panties. I
was in that kind of mood and I looked dead-set sexy. I would have preferred
skimpy black lace, but that was not practical for today’s sweltering heat. Then
I got into the skimpiest pure-white shorts and singlet top that I could get
away with as my father and mother’s employee.
Within
minutes of beginning walking, I was sweating from the unusually high humidity.
For a Saturday morning, there were few people around as I made my way to the
jetty.
Those
who were out and about in the relative cool of the twenty-eight-degree morning
wanted to get things done before the heat of the day kicked in. Most people
were avoiding venturing out. They remained inside, hiding from the heat in
their air-conditioned apartments, homes and shops.
There
was no one waiting at our boathouse office when I got there. My father would
have taken out a few keen anglers at dawn. They would be back soon, complaining
the fish were not biting.
It
would not worry me if we had hardly any customers for our boat cruises today.
Whale and dolphin watching had given us good business over recent years. Our
seven boats were heavily booked most days. A slow day or two would not be cause
for panic. Maybe my parents could relax a bit and avoid the heat too.
As
I opened the office a stunning woman appeared on the promenade. She slowed,
waiting for me to make my way inside. I could only take in a little of her
appearance as I fussed with the locks. What I could see of her had me flustered
and fumbling. She cooed to me in a melodic gentle voice. “Don’t rush honey; I can
wait until you are ready for business.”
Something
about the way she said that, with a hint of playful impishness, got me extra
hot and bothered. Her clothing was much like mine, her mature and lovely body
more graceful and full. Quite the bombshell, her body was not conventional
pin-up.
She
looked like a woman-shaped torpedo with her powerful sleek curves. Her legs
were long and strong, bulging with muscle. Her neck was long too, not thick,
yet somehow the torpedo impression remained with me. I kept glancing at her as
I switched on lights, checked the radio, and did the other daily opening
routines.
She
wore no cosmetics or jewellery and her feet were bare. Her singlet top
highlighted her full round breasts under the thin straps across the bodice. Her
skin was glistening golden, not brown or white. Micro shorts showed off her
tight butt and powerful legs. Her muscular thighs were larger than for most
women. They complemented her statuesque body.
Short
dripping-wet black hair framed her angular, almost squarish face. She did not
need makeup. Her full lips and cheeks, grey-green eyes, black hair and perfect
skin were stunning enough. What made her one of the most beautiful women I had
ever seen was her nose. How it set off her face. It was largish, blunt and
round, with flaring nostrils. Something else too, other than the mischievous
glint in her eye had me entranced.
The
way she held herself and shone with a glowing intensity was enthralling. I
could not take my eyes away and tried to take in everything about her, helped
by her skimpy clothes. The suggestion of a small circle low on her throat took
my eye. It looked to me like she may have had a tracheotomy at some point.
Could she have choked on something as a child, or had some kind of accident? I
pondered this blemish upon her otherwise outward perfection, completely
besotted. I forced myself to stop staring at her.
Uncomfortable
prickling sensations were breaking out all over my body. Being in her company
had me shrinking back to a nervous, gawky and insecure teenager. I thought I
had shed all that awkward self-consciousness. Now all my self-doubts were back
again.
I
got past her somehow and went behind the desk, using it as a shield from her
overwhelming impact upon my senses. She waited for me to collect myself then
spoke, cooing like before.
“Could
you please take me up the river to see the dolphins? I can pay whatever you
need to charge for a special trip on one of your boats.” Her voice was gentle
and vibrant; the sound and energy of her voice touching me right to my core…
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