Welcome to another Author Spotlight. Today, we have I.D. Locke, talking about her new release, BLIND DESIRE. I.D. is also known to many as the fanfiction author Iron Dog. Please say hello to I.D. everybody, and make her feel at home.
Here's the blurb for BLIND DESIRE, and be sure to check out the excerpt at the bottom of this post.
“You’re going to get your very own prince one day, Quinlin. He’s not evil, but he does do bad things because that’s what he is. He’s the Devil’s own, and you’d best never forget that no matter how much you love each other.”
A chance encounter in an alleyway has Ryzel, an incubus, chasing after Quinlin, the Gifted human who almost interrupted his most recent meal. Quinlin’s prickly attitude doesn’t stop Ryzel from trying to find him because a Gifted human such as Quinlin is the richest possible feed for an incubus. It certainly doesn’t hurt that Ryzel also finds Quinlin beautiful.
Quinlin is frustrated and annoyed that he can’t get Ryzel out of his mind after only one stolen kiss. A second encounter with Ryzel in a bar leads Quinlin to make the life-altering decision to sleep with the object of his obsession to purge Ryzel from his mind once and for all.
One night of pleasure reveals details neither intended to tell the other about themselves. The wheels of destiny are set into motion.
BLIND DESIRE is available from Torquere here:
http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=97&sort=20a&filter_id=263&alpha_filter_id=0
Why do you write?
I write for the same reason I breath. Because I have to. I’ve got all kinds of characters and stories living in my head fighting for the chance to grab my attention to be written. I feel frustrated and restless when I don’t write. I love losing myself in the worlds I create.
What gave you the idea for this story?
There really wasn’t any one thing. Generally, I’ll have a character wander to the front of my brain, make themselves known and then begin pestering me to tell their story. Some are polite and patiently wait their turn for the story and other characters to develop. Others are persistent and just won’t leave me alone until I get everything out as fast as I can. Blind Desire was the persistent; get everything out kind of deal.
It also amused me to death to have two very strong characters that’re both used to being the one in charge (in and out of the bedroom) get involved with each other. I also really liked the idea of doing a story with a main character that has a disability yet wasn’t dependant on others. I like doing the unusual and I find that you simply don’t see a lot of fiction where one character has a disability in a large sense.
How did you start writing?
I’ve always written. I was a very quiet, solitary child and more often than not, I had my nose buried in a book. I love to read and I always had stories moving around my head. I also thought that I could write stuff like what I read and the few times I shared my work with others, they seemed to like it. It wasn’t until the early/mid 2000’s though that I discovered posting stories online and that I could share my creations with other people on a grand scale.
Who is your favorite character, and why?
This is a really tough question. The cast of characters in my head is huge. Usually, whatever character/story I’m writing is what is my current favourite. I’d have to say my favourite species I’ve created are the Awh’anise.
Currently, I have five WIP stories (and one fanfic) featuring this species. They are just too much fun to write. Sexy, violent and playful are very good words to describe them. And they have prehensile tails and purr when they’re happy. What’s not to like? It should also be noted that I find them so endearing that I’ve actually gotten two of them in ball-jointed-doll form (Moswen from my WIP novel Balancing Karma and Jaiseki from my completed novelette Enchanted Shadows). I’m planning on adding a third (Jolen from my Ai no Kusabi fanfic The Lost Cadre) when finances allow.
Do you now write, or have you ever written, fanfic? If so, what fandoms, pairings, etc?
I’m rather well known for my fanfic in a variety of fandoms. My pen name there is Iron Dog. The list of what I write is lengthy and I’m rather drawn to unusual pairings. The majority of what I write fanfic wise is anime/manga and video game based. Now, on to the list....
Note: the order of appearance of the names has little to no bearing on who tops who. I like to switch things up when I write.
Ai no Kusabi: Iason/Riki (this is also a fandom that I have mostly original characters in my current WIP and my OC’s have been mistaken for canon characters, which is incredibly flattering)
Saiyuki: Sanzo/Gojyo, Hakuryuu/Hakkai, Gojyo/Hakkai, Hakkai/Sanzo, Jein/Gojyo, Ni/Kougaiji, Shuuei/ Koumyou. My main pairing here is Sanzo/Gojyo and Hakuryuu/Hakkai
Weiss: Aya/Yohji/Schuldig, Aya/Yohji, Crawford/Schuldig/Farfarello
Bleach: Zangetsu/Ichigo/Shirosaki, Ichigo/Ishida, Urahara/Isshin/Ryuuken, Renji/Nova, Ukitake/Byakuya, Shuuhei/Ishida, Urahara/Ichigo, Urahara/Nova, Ichigo/Renji, Shuuhei/Renji, Shuuhei/Kira, Byakuya/Uliquorra, Shunsui/Grimmjow, Shunsui/Byakuya, Yammamoto/Mayuri, Aizen/Gin, Byakuya/Ichigo (ummm, I tend to write quite a bit of Bleach stuff and the pairings are all over the place)
Final Fantasy 7/8: Reno/Tseng, Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud, Squall/Seifer, Sephiroth/Irvine (this is a FF7/8 crossover)
I’ve also written one-shots in Yami no Matsue, Gravitation. Inu Yasha, Trinity Blood and some crossover fics. I wrote an 8-man, 5-fandom, all redhead orgy fic. Twice (because I’m crazy like that). The characters in that one were Ichigo, Renji (Bleach), Gojyo, Kougaiji (Saiyuki), Aya, Schuldig (Weiss), Reno (FF7) and Irvine (FF8).
What is your proudest moment as an author?
Getting my first piece accepted (and published) by a publisher. I was happy with what I wrote and confident that I’d told a good story but having somebody say we like this and want to share it with the world at large and pay you for it... I think I burst into tears of happiness when I read that email.
What kind of impact do you hope your work will have on readers?
I want to entertain them. I want to take them away from the bad day at work/home where nothing seemed to go right and give them an escape for a little while. I want them to come away from what they read with a smile on their face and, if I’m very lucky, a desire to know more/read more about the characters.
For an excerpt from BLIND DESIRE, please click the link below. (Please note, the following excerpt is for mature readers only. By clicking the link below, you certify that you are 18 years of age or older)
My hips jerked one last time, shoving the man I was fucking against the rough brick of the wall. He gave a high-pitched moan of ecstasy, his body shuddering with release. I held myself still, pressing into him and drinking deeply of his sexual energy at the peak of his orgasm. His aura started to fade to the point of no return far before I was ready to stop. I sighed and reluctantly ended my feeding, nowhere near satisfied. The last thing I needed or wanted in my hunting grounds was a corpse reeking of unexplained cause of death.
I slipped from my meal, straightened both our clothes, and was about to back away from him when I felt the hard press of something between my shoulder blades. My mind thought gun barrel until a cold burn from the metal worked its way through my clothes and told me something made of wrought iron was being ground into my back. A gun I could have brushed off without a thought. Wrought iron was a whole new ball game.
"Release your victim," said a soft voice from behind me, and I received another sharp jab to my back.
I muttered under my breath at my carelessness. I hadn't sensed anyone around when I'd impulsively seduced my current meal outside the club. Just the fact that I'd let my hunger get the better of me and risked a feeding in a semi-public area made me want to kick myself. I was getting stupid, sloppy, and complacent in my old age.
I was jabbed in the back again and clenched my teeth against the cold burn being pressed into me. I'd literally been caught with my pants down and assaulted with a wrought iron weapon. I hadn't been surprised like this in centuries. That the person behind me happened to be holding something made of one of the few things on the planet that could actually hurt me, couldn't be a coincidence.
"Release. Your. Victim," the man behind me said with growing impatience in his voice. He ground the whatever it was against my back to emphasize his point.
I took my hands off my latest meal and held them up in the universal sign of "no weapons." The man I'd fed from crumpled to his knees without my support, and I knew a satisfied smile would be stamped on his face. You couldn't enjoy an incubus feeding and go away unhappy and unsatisfied.
If you survived the feeding.
I slowly turned to face the person who'd managed to sneak up on me and, for the briefest of seconds, wondered if I'd been found by one of the angels that sometimes wandered the Earth looking for other beings of their caliber to fight. Either that, or I was still feeling a little buzzed from my all-too-short feeding and my perceptions were skewed.
He was my height, maybe a smidge less. I probably outweighed him by a good twenty pounds. Not that he was skinny. More like lean. The crappy light in the alley would have made things like his eye color or hair color a mystery to humans, but I had no such difficulty. I had no trouble making out the lovely ginger shade of his hair on the top layers and a dark auburn on the bottom layers. His hair hung just past his shoulders, and I had the most insane urge to bury my nose in it and inhale what I knew was going to be a spicy-sweet scent.
His eyes caught me and held me transfixed. I couldn't remember ever seeing eyes so pale a green. Something in the way he was looking at me seemed a little off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I doubted he'd been able to see my true form for the handful of seconds it'd been visible in the shadowy alley while I fed, but something wasn't right about his gaze. He jabbed me in the chest with the end of a cane, and I once again felt the cold burn of iron through my clothes.
"That's rather rude," I said, grabbing the end of the cane and pushing it away from my chest. Only years of practice kept me from flinching when wrought iron touched the bare skin of my hand.
The stranger opened his mouth and was about to say something, but stopped when my most recent meal groaned and pushed himself to his feet. He ran a shaky hand through his short hair and squinted at me. Confusion was in his eyes. He had no memory of our little encounter. No true victims of an incubus remembered their tryst with one of us unless we wanted them to. Generally, we'd stopped wanting them to during the Middle Ages. Too much bad press.
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