Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! It’s such a pleasure to chat with you. So tell me…
Q) Is your book part of a series? If so, can you tell us about it?
Yes! It’s part of the Celestial Mates series. Soft Clay is the fourth book. The series followed a group of Greek Gods and Goddesses who have been trapped in clay, marble, bronze and iron because of a curse. Each has to find their own way to get out of their curse, usually involving their mate. It’s not easy. Someone kissing a statue seems odd. But love conquers all.
Q) How do you select the names of your characters?
The Greek Gods and Goddesses were named after Kratos, Bia, Zelus and Nike, who were the sons and daughters of Pallas. They were protectors of Zeus, but each had their own problems. Zeus = zeal, Bia = force, Nike = victory and Kratos = strength
The names of the mates were easier in that they told me what their names would be. Once I set out to write each story, the character was quite pushy, saying my name is…
Q) Do you write in a linear fashion or do you jump from scene to scene and then go back and “fill in the blanks”?
I’m a linear writer, but I do go back and fill in spots. I don’t know. I always do things my own way. Its good sometimes and gets me into trouble other times. When I start a scene, though, I have to see it through. I can’t stop part way or jump, unless it’s the sex scenes. Why? Because I have to be in the right headspace to write those. I’ve written some that I plowed forward through and the sex scene was bland. When I got in the right headspace, they worked much better.
Q) Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?
I used to try to connect it all, but I found the stories worked better when they can stand on their own as well as having connections. I like having series where you can pick them up part way through and not get confused.
Celestial Mates, 4
Two souls trapped—can they find freedom in each other’s arms?
Nike, the goddess of speed, can’t move. She’s the goddess of strength and she can’t shatter her curse. The goddess of victory has lost her weapons—her shield and spear. She put her faith in a human, only to be cursed. Can another human be the key to her salvation and freedom from the clay?
Charlie needs someone who can understand him. A person to cherish him. Male or female, he doesn’t care. He’s intrigued by Nike’s statue. Call him infatuated. But she’s a statue and they don’t come to life from true love’s kiss, do they?
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“Andy swears it’s possible—you being alive somewhere in there.” His mascara smeared as he rubbed under his eyes. “Is it? Are you really in that rock?”
Come here and find out.
He stood, then climbed onto her pedestal. He held onto her wings, then her shoulders. “You know those wings are great, doll. If you are real, I want to know who makes them. I want a set. They’ll be great when I club. We can look like underwear models together.” He trailed his fingers down her cheek and traced her lips. “You’re beautiful. Whoever sculpted you outdid themselves.” He shrugged. “I don’t know anything about sculptures, but you’re…I don’t have words.”
No sculptor, just me.
He rested his forehead against hers. “I can almost feel your skin. It’s like there’s really skin beneath mine, but that’s not possible. You’re stone or whatever.”
His breath warmed her face and hunger shimmered in his eyes. He reminded her of Lydos, but stronger. Tingles shot through her. He could be the one. He caressed her shoulders as a lover might. Kiss me. Free me from this curse.
He leaned back for a moment, then faced her again. “This is crazy. Nuts. Bonkers.”
“If you were real, I’d kiss you all over. I’d have to taste you. Then I’d run my fingers through your hair. I’d suck on your titties until you screamed,” he murmured. “Once you’ve come at least twice, I’d sink my dick into you. I bet you’d feel like heaven.”
She wanted to kiss him and do all the things he’d mentioned. Zeus, why in the name of Hades did you have to curse me?
The man tilted his head and brushed his lips across hers. She flexed her fingers, then opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. A moan rumbled in her throat. For the first time in thousands of years, she could hear the sound. She touched his hip. Zeus, she’d done it. She’d found the person who could free her. This man had broken the curse. She wanted to memorize this moment for the rest of eternity so she could savor it later. This man made her happy, even if she barely knew him. They could have the time of their lives and would if she got her way.
First, she needed to learn the name of her savior, her beautiful hero.
About Megan Slayer
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart.
She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
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