Today we have an interview with the seriously amazing Alyssa Turner!
Plus check out her new book out now Polished, and don't forget the giveaway that is still active!!
Hi Alyssa, thanks for joining us today. We loved Polished, as you can see by reading our reviews. We are so excited to have you here. We hop you don't mind but we are going to jump right in with the questions...
Us: Of all the genre's out there what made you write ménage? (which I am very, very happy you did, cause you write them fantastically).
Alyssa: I am enticed by the complicated nature of the ménage relationship in all its forms. I have written MMF, MFM and FFM in full length pieces or short stories. Each one is a new challenge. Not to mention the hotness factor of multiple everything...
Us: Is either jack or Spenser? Modeled after anyone you know?
Alyssa: Good question! I would say all of my characters take attributes from people in my life, including myself. Spencer is quiet yet strong, with a sensitive side he's not all together comfortable with. In that sense he's like a special man in my life. I must be attracted to that kind of vulnerability.
Us: I think that’s what makes him so special. He does have that sensitive side he hides, but you can see it if you look.
Does personal experience ever come in to play when writing your books?
Alyssa: Alas, not much. I am way more vanilla than my writing. I had only one near miss with ménage in college, but I was too much of a "good girl" to let it go past two trails of saliva on my thighs. Whew, fanning myself on that memory!
But I write about other things that I know. I've been to many of the locations, have experience with many of the activities and professions of my characters. In that sense, yes.
Us: Does your family know what you write and if so how do they feel about it?
Alyssa: They do. My husband is thrilled with the side effects. As for the rest of my close family, I think they are still a little shocked, but not judgmental. My mother is so cute. She tries to be supportive, wants to read my books. That's a book chat that I'm not ready for. Some things you just don't want to share with your mom.
Us: I can just imagine! I love that she is supportive though, that is great. I can't even begin to guess what it was like for you the first time she read one of your books.
I loved the character Jack. He has everything at the tip of his fingers but his father’s respect. He uses people like his father uses him. Inside though lurks this amazing person that we don't really get to see until he meets up with Spencer and Rory. Jack comes across so sure of himself, and so comfortable with his bisexuality. What was the hardest part of writing Jack?
Alyssa: The most challenging thing about writing Jack was to keep his character empathetic. Jack has flaws, plenty of them. There are times when you want to smack him, except hopefully you have some empathy for why he is he way he is. After reading a first draft one of my betas craved to see him redeem himself with his father. Though this redemption was implied, she really wanted to see it play out. I had to agree. The reader deserves that sense of satisfaction and a chance to root for him. I love contrast and juxtaposition in my writing. Jack is both weak and strong. There is a battle within him, and striking the right balance was a rewarding challenge.
Us: You did it amazingly well. Jack is by far one of my favorite characters!
Is there is any genre you would refuse to ever write?
Alyssa: Refuse?
Us: ok, refuse is a strong word. Maybe try to avoid or not something you are into?
Alyssa: I've been called stubborn, but I'm not that bad. LOL. Really, I'll try anything once. I haven't done Paranormal yet.
I plan to give it a try though. I am a big fan of True Blood, or I was before they cheated me out of that threesome with Sookie, Eric and Bill. LOL
Us: Oh I will be in line for that book for sure!
Alyssa: I'm thinking witches...
something different
Us: Oh that would be awesome! That is a theme not written very often. I love it!
What is the first story you ever wrote and how old were you?
Alyssa: I was in the seventh grade. I hand wrote a novel and then a follow up. Still remember the plot! As an only child, writing was one of the best forms of entertainment. My storylines were juicy even then, well for a twelve year old at least. LOL
Us: Hand wrote a novel! I can only guess at the hand cramps you had.
Alyssa: I'm old school. No, I'm just old.
LOL
Us: In polished, you write about rock climbing. Are you a rock climber?
Alyssa: No. But I have an appreciation for the sport and the physiques it produces.
Us: BTW...love the reward system you have in place for when they make it to the top
Oh yes, the picture of Spencer climbing the mountain that you shared on Facebook was HOT! ------------------------------------------------------------------>
Alyssa: The whole idea came from a writing prompt a few years ago. I turned it into a fantasy and voila!
Us: What is one question you wish somebody would ask that nobody ever does?
Alyssa: Are you ever nervous about sharing your work with the world? The answer to that question is YES! I think
Us: yeah, I get that totally. We are always our own worst critic.
Thanks for joining us today and letting us get to know you. I look forward to reading more of your awesome books!Alyssa Turner
Etopia Press
Menage
MMF
Blurb:
It seemed like they had everything, but
they didn’t have Jack.
Without question Spencer Hartley burns
hot for his girlfriend, Rory, but his other desires are hidden down deep. He
might blow things up for a living and climb mountains for kicks, but the
scariest thing in his life is the truth about his sexuality.
Jack Rothman works hard and plays dirty.
After long, demanding days in his family's engineering firm, he indulges in the
pleasures of silk restraints and fine wine. Lots of hot meaningless sex helps
him forget that he’s suffocating, with no one to give him a reason to
breathe.
When a catastrophic accident
traps Spencer in a flooded subway tunnel with Jack, they need each other to
survive. But something strong stirs down there in the darkness, and it’s more
than their desperation to live. There’s a spark between them that’s impossible
to ignore.
Rory Campbell would love to give Spencer
the one thing he doesn’t have, the freedom to explore his secret desires. But
how does that fit into her picture-perfect relationship? When Jack invites the
couple to his sprawling Hamptons beach house, Rory realizes that she has secret
desires of her own—the kind only Jack’s Dominant hand across her bare bottom can
satisfy.
It’s not conventional, it’s not easy, but
fate has brought the three of them together. Will real life tear them apart or
can they let their special connection shine?
Excerpt:
Somewhere beneath
consciousness she heard the men’s voices bouncing back and forth, seeming like a
serenade of bass surrounding her. She drifted in and out of sleep on the
lounger, matching voice to face and face to body…then body to body.
“Huh, what?” Rory
jumped at the sudden cold on her chest.
“Babe, you spilled
some of your drink,” Spencer said, reaching over with Jack’s beach towel. “What
was that you gave my girlfriend, Jack?”
Rory helped him dab
at the rosy-colored liquid splashed across her collarbone and staining the top
of her sundress. Her eye caught Jack’s over Spencer’s shoulder.
“Sex on the Beach.”
Jack blushed. “Guess it was kind of strong.”
Spencer’s gaze
hadn’t left her. Mild concern knitted his brow and Rory smiled back at him. “It
was good.”
“Looks like it,” he said with a tap to her nose, looking satisfied that she was okay—looking also mildly entertained by the double entendre.
“Dinner will be
ready in a few. Thought we’d make a fire and eat picnic-style on the
beach.”
“I could start to
complain that you’re going to too much trouble—” Rory started.
Rory flashed her
eyes at Spencer. Returning the favor? Was that all there was to it?
With flashlights in
hand for later, they all helped bring the party down to the well-used fire pit
on the beach. Rory wondered how many charred beer caps lay at the bottom of it
and imagined Jack sitting with his thoughts, tossing them into the flames. He
placed a few strategic pieces of driftwood and sea grass and lit a match to set
a warming glow upon them in the night air.
The shish kebabs of
chicken and shrimp with the chili and lime marinade Jack had whipped up were
amazing—not to mention his mixology skills. Rory finished off her second
cocktail with the last of her meal.
“More Sex on the
Beach, please.” She giggled, waving her plastic cup in the air.
Rory liked the way
Jack licked his lips when Spencer said that. She felt like she could read his
mind, see the flash of something thick and hot pass his face in the firelight.
He sucked in a slow breath and stretched the muscles in his neck with a bit of
exaggeration. “I’ll be right back with a pitcher.”
Somewhere under the
haze of alcohol Rory knew exactly what she hoped would happen if they all got
drunk enough. They’d all have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice the
energy filling the air around them, bouncing from one to the other.
She wouldn’t have
called it a suspicion. That would have implied guilt, and there was nothing
guilty about admitting desire as far as she was concerned. Still, it had been
there, sleepily coursing beneath her happy relationship for months now. Spencer
was also attracted to men. Even if neither of them knew what to do with that
fact, it was there, staring both of them in the face in low-hung board shorts
and holding a pitcher of Sex on the Beach.
Jack dropped to his
knees on the blanket and filled her cup. With her gaze darting from Jack to
Spencer, she took a heavy gulp. Firelight danced over all of them in the dark,
while the waves crashed on the shore just feet away. Everything else was still
around them, hugging the moment with anticipation of what she was going to do
about it.
“We look like
pagans out here,” Rory whispered.
“At least one of us
isn’t just pretending,” Jack responded, reaching over her to hand Spencer his
cocktail.
“What? You think we
don’t get a little wild?” Spencer said and took a sip.
Jack paused as if
contemplating his next words.
The silence called
out to be filled. Rory swallowed another mouthful of liquid courage and went for
it. “Maybe sometime we’ll show you just how wild we can get.”
Jack nodded, with a
guarded smile on his lips. “I’d love to see that.”
Heat flushed Rory’s
entire body and she turned to search out a reaction on Spencer’s face since he’d
said nothing in response. Tucked into the corner of his mouth was the sexiest
smirk she’d ever seen him wear. Then Spencer reached behind her head and pulled
her into a searing kiss.
Rory lost her
breath within the thunder of her pounding heart. Was she about to do this?
Really? And the truth whispered to her from behind the fuzzy cloud of
inebriation: You want this. She wanted to show Jack how perfect they were
together, to show him what an amazing lover Spencer was. But also she wanted to
find out how another man could possibly fit into their pretty little picture,
because at her core she knew keeping his desires in the closet was eating
Spencer alive.
Spencer set her
mouth free and stared into Rory’s eyes. If she pushed, he would run. There
wasn’t a doubt in her mind about that. One step at a time, and a weekend of
show-and-tell with Jack seemed like a good start. It all made perfect sense
within the swirling logic of one-hundred-proof rum.
“Rory doesn’t mind
if you watch.” Spencer didn’t look away from her, though he was talking to Jack.
Rory guessed he was probably talking to her too. He flicked his tongue against
her top lip. “Do you, baby?”
Maybe she knew his
secrets, but he had all of hers tucked into his pocket as well. She wasn’t the
type to dance on top of tables and flash the crowd her thong. Nothing about
being the center of that kind of attention appealed to her in the least. But
offering an intimate spectacle in the open air of the firelit beach for a man
who already had a hold over both of them—yes, that was exactly the right kind of
audience.
Her gaze flitted
toward Jack, just to check if he was at all embarrassed by the sudden turn of
events. He lay on his side, his eyes hooded yet direct. His cup rested on his
lip, as if forgotten there, and his tongue danced absently on the
rim.
“Do it.” It was all
he said—direct and forceful in his tone. They were only two small words, but the
weight he placed upon them was exactly what she needed to hear.
Her back
straightened with a tingling chill of excitement on her skin. She turned herself
around to face Jack and hitched her dress up so that she could straddle Spencer,
careful not to jostle his healing ankle.
Jack had a front
and center view. She could catch his expression in the random flickers of
firelight. Rolling her hips on top of Spencer, she stared at Jack as he stared
back. A moan erupted from her lips at the sight of him watching her so intently.
Her pussy grew more slippery under her panties as they raked across Spencer’s
cargo shorts. Jack liked what he saw all right. She liked being the reason. In
that moment she forgot who she was doing all this for in the first
place.
Spencer gripped the
hem of her dress in his fists, threatening to expose her lacy pink panties. Rory
wrapped her fingers over his knuckles and pulled his hands up her thighs, the
dress retreating with them. Under her, Spencer’s cock strained against his fly.
She could help him with that. Leaving his hands to wander onto her breasts, she
slid down his zipper and pulled his cock from his shorts.
Author
Bio:
She writes erotica
and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in the notable
anthologies of Best Women’s Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from
Rachel Kramer Bussel. With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often
recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and
plots.
Alyssa has more
than several full length novels under her belt and no two stories are the same.
For Alyssa, it’s much more fun to try something new. Read more about Alyssa
Turner and preview her published works on her blog. http://alyssaturnerwrites.blogspot.com
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