Q) What type of research did you do for your book? I did some strange research for book one. There’s a mystery involved and I did a lot of research on ‘things that smell like cinnamon’ and also on pier and beam foundations and types of western art.
Q) What made this story special to you?
This book is very special to me. Have you ever remembered a specific day from your childhood? One that didn’t necessarily involve anything major happening, but just a day that you still remember many years later? This entire series was written based on one of those experiences. The museum and park I speak of in the book is real. The book characters are real, although the two men were NOT bi-sexual and one of them actually died tragically at the age of 16, and the sex between the main characters is also fictional. I am still very close friends with the hero, aka Keith, and the female character, aka Rylee. When I told my male friend I was writing him up to be bi-sexual, he informed me that I would pay for this. LOL!
Q) Do you have a writing quirk, or habit when you write?
God, yes. I’m a huge lover of music, mainly hard rock. I’ve been listening to it my entire life. With each book I’ve written I always end up with a particular list of songs that I listen to over and over while I’m writing. I take my music very personal and get a lot of my ideas there.
Q) What do you think is your strongest asset as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer? I have many weak factors. LOL. However, I have to say my weakest is the fact that I’m extremely slow. I’m not one who can sit down and scope out a store in a day or two. And I also spend way too much time looking up synonyms, antonyms, etc., trying to come up with ‘new’ kinds of words and descriptions, and edit, and edit, and edit some more until I get to the point that I finally just say ‘enough’ and type THE END.
CALL
ME SUGAR: AN MMF MENAGE
(Sugar
& Sin Book 1)
By
Lacee Hightower
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Keywords: MMF, Dark Romance, Contemporary,
Bi-Sexual, Cowboy Romance, Suspense, HEA
Warning: This
title contains explicit sex scenes, BDSM, and anal sex
A
romance forbidden…
A
lifestyle frowned upon and considered sin and damnation…
My
name is Keith Ryker. I’m a cattle
rancher and sole owner to Ryker Ranch in Springhill, Texas. For fifteen years,
I’ve loved a man, but longed for a woman. I’ve broken every rule imaginable,
acted out reprehensible, frowned upon, unmentionable wrong-doings that people
in these parts of West Texas would look down upon as sin and damnation. But by all that is holy and hallowed, in all
truth, I don’t give a damn. I wouldn’t
change a thing.
Excerpt:
Lust breathes inside me.
My body is hard, aching steel as I crunch on ice, deliberately, vulgarly, well
aware that he’s fighting like hell not to cringe at the one thing that drives
him mad. One can almost hear a pin drop as he remains stationary, speaking to
me in a silence that’s so powerful, so calming and soothing, that it’s almost
meditative.
Naked,
bowing with hands clasped behind him, he kneels, respectfully, deathly still
like a man praying at the altar. Cramps ricochet through the nape of his neck.
Goose bumps blanket his back. Teeth
stave off chattering as cold licks his face, his lips turning purple as the
fifty-five-degree room spreads chills straight through his bones like a raging
wintery blast.
Despite
the crispness of the temperature, the burning pain shooting up his neck like
blistering flames, or the hard floor bruising his bare knees, he’s exactly
where he wants to be, where he needs to be.
Respecting, yielding, his mind conceding to the biting anguish, the
discomfort, the torment.
Like
a garden gargoyle, he stoops before me, surrendering, waiting, patient and
devoted, for the pangs, the cramps, and the stiffness to all fade away into
sheer bliss and searing elation. My body
trembles and aches with dark wicked desire as I swallow the last drops of a
Crown and Coke, place the tumbler aside, then lower my hands around his
windpipe. There’s still no whimper of a sound when I know he yearns to
speak. There’s not an inch of movement
when I’m certain everything hurts. This
is all because these aches, these pains, are like a welcoming hospitality to
me, to him, to us, and what’s to come. Placing more force around his neck, I
look down to see him beautifully hot and swollen, his tip dribbling clear
arousal.
“Look
at me,” I command in a menacing whisper.
“Tell me what you need, boy.”
When
I lessen my grip, he replies hoarsely. “To hand you everything. To give you my
body. To submit only to you.”
My
cock aches at the hunger in the piercing blue of his eyes, the urgency to leave
his pretty thighs veiled in my marks spreading through me like billowing hot
wildfire. His body is my temple—to use, to own, to take, take, and take again.
He’s
salvation, redemption, deliverance, an indulgence that’s sweet, rich, and
delectable.
And
too good to only savor once.
Buy Links:
Apple: https://apple/co/2WJnONz
Barnes & Noble: https://bit.ly/2wDCyD6
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1011161
About the Author:
Lacee
Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as
dark, contemporary romance with a nice big pinch of kink. Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex,
she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and
shoes, and an enormous hopeless romantic.
Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the
whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed
writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it
seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children
were grown in 2017. Now with a nice
glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters
in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.
Social Media
Links:
Website: www.laceehightower.com
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