I’d like to welcome the wonderful Tempeste O’Riley as my guest today! Tempeste has just recently had her debut novel, Designs of Desire, released at Dreamspinner Press, and she’s going to be telling us a little bit about it.
Also, Tempeste will be giving away a couple of copies of Designs of Desire as well as a couple of gift cards, so be sure to click on the Rafflecopter link at the bottom of this post! 🙂
Take it away, Tempeste!
When and why did you begin writing?
I have written most of my life, but serious work on writing for such stories as Designs of Desire didn’t begin until I began writing the story in question more than a year ago. I started with a little idea based on a problem I was faced with (see below) and started writing from there. As I continued, I fell in love with my characters and the story itself.
What is your favorite thing about writing?
Traveling along with my characters as they live their lives and find their way together. It’s very satisfying to take an idea and have it come to life as a full novel/story. Oh, and getting to hold a print copy of your book… *sigh*
Do you have a specific writing style?
I don’t know, really. I’m sort of a cross between a plotter and a punster—vague outline but I don’t try to hem my characters into roles or timelines either.
What do you find is the hardest thing about being an author?
Convincing my characters to behave when I’m trying to write. It’s very difficult some times (especially with Chase!).
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
I have so many authors I love, but if I have to pick… Um, in genre? Andrew Grey. I love the depth and realism of most of his stories, the connection the men have with each other and with others around them, and how whether I’m balling my eyes out or swooning with joy, I’m completely sated when the last words are read.
What inspired you to write DESIGNS OF DESIRE?
Many things actually, but one of the biggest was my own experiences with being disabled and how I felt about how others tend to see/treat me. I even gave James the same genetic disorder and mobility issues I have. His story is NOT mine, but there are certain aspects that are.
Was there anything you found particularly challenging when writing DESIGNS OF DESIRE?
For me, trying to show Seth as a sensual Dom in the position of dealing with a lover that had been so severely abused was difficult. It was fun to work out, but challenging none the less.
How did you come up with the title DESIGNS OF DESIRE?
James is an artist and graphic designer. All the stories in the series center on the desires of the MC’s (of course). It made sense to combine the two for me. The next two will be Desires’ Guardian and Temptations of Desire, and they are part of the Desires Entwined series.
If you were to give your book a Heat Rating, (lowest) 1—simmering, 2—sizzling, 3—on fire, or 4—blazing (highest), which would it be and why?
3, most definitely. There are a few scenes of full contact lovin’ but while erotic and explicit, I’ve read others stories that are even more so.
What’s next for you?
Writing. I am currently working on the next two books, which is both fun and frustrating, lol. I am also working on a paranormal short that is centered around Oct 31st.
Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.
As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.
James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person. With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t survive?
James allowed his gaze to wander around the entryway, taking in the welcoming setting. Noticing a worker passing through, he asked, “Excuse me. Do you know where I can find Mr. Burns?”
“Yeah, he’s in the manager’s office over there.” The man was covered in dust. He gestured toward a closed door near a large desk, then continued on his way. James couldn’t help looking around once more to admire the rich wood tones, marble tiled floors, and beautiful crown molding, before he headed off in the right direction.
Before he could knock, the door swung open and a harried looking woman stormed out, slamming it so hard it popped back open. Maybe now isn’t the best time, he thought and started to turn away when Mr. Burns appeared in the doorway.
“James,” he said. “Thank God you’re here. Please tell me you brought some ideas, before Stacey drives me to drink. She wants to start painting but can’t until we have everything settled with the designs.”
The way Seth’s eyes pierced him made James feel both nervous and ten feet tall at the same time. “If you have some place I can set up, sure. I have a few designs for you to look over.” He kept wondering why they had waited so long to employ Skye Designs. Normally you do all the branding much earlier in the project.
Motioning down the hallway, Seth led him into a large room—probably meant to be a conference or reception room, considering the carpet and acoustic tiles in the ceiling. “Come in. What can I do to help?” he asked, watching James settle into a comfortable chair before unloading his pack.
James was nervous. He’d never had such a significant or large account before, but he was excited as well. “We normally have the designs approved before getting to this point, but I’ll do my best to catch up. Give me just a minute to set up, then you can see what I have.”
“We’ll get to that in a few. I want you to finish setting up then come with me.”
James stopped midmotion and looked up, confused. “I thought—” He shook his head. “Never mind. Okay.”
Seth led James out of the room, into a wide hallway with large windows spilling filtered sunlight onto the veined marble floor, and began showing him around. Seth stayed close, so close James occasionally caught a whiff of his intoxicating scent, something bright yet deep—cardamom and cedar with a light musk. He wasn’t sure, but he was beginning to think just being near Seth could become a delicious addiction.
As they exited the elevator on the second floor, James stopped dead in his tracks. His heart beat so fast and loud he felt certain Seth would hear it slamming into his ribs. He stared ahead and prayed he was having a terrible nightmare. Those he could wake up from. Please!
Standing there, looking him up and down, was a phantom from his past. Victor d’Leone was even more powerfully built than the last time he had seen him. He stood in the hall, his arms crossed over his barrel chest, scowling. The sea-foam green eyes James once thought so beautiful and loving now bored holes through him. The ghosts of the last time Vic had been near him shot pain-filled shards of memory through him. Away. Yes, he had to get away.
“I… I… I…,” James stammered. He scrambled back into the elevator and almost fell when his left crutch slipped on the metal edging. He punched the close door button repeatedly while fighting the panic attack threatening to destroy his job and sanity. “No, no, no. Not happening,” he mumbled.
He hadn’t waited for Seth to react, nor had he explained anything; he’d just bolted. James headed toward the exit as soon as the elevator doors opened—forget the damn presentation. He scrambled for the steps, desperate to reach the car before he completely lost it.
Life was never that easy.
Seth appeared out of nowhere, sprinting after him in his expensive Armani suit and custom leather shoes. “James! Stop!” he commanded.
Fighting the panic, James tried to get a hold of himself. Stop? Is he nuts? “I can’t be here. I—I’ll come back later.” With protection!
A powerful hand grasped his right arm. Startled, he stopped. Staring at the hand that bound him to his worst nightmare, he begged, “Please, let me go.”
Try as he might, he couldn’t stop the panic and fear as it suffocated him.
Though new to writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.
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