Saturday, February 15, 2014

INTERVIEW: Elyzabeth M. VaLey #Gayfiction

Today we are talking to Elyzabeth M. VaLey who is an absolute doll with a talent for writing very naughty rom!

Hello Elyzabeth and welcome to "Home of the Sweetness" <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!


We'll start with a pretty basic question: How long have you been writing m/m and how did you get started in the genre?

Hum, how long has it been? About 2 years or so, I think. Back then, I didn’t really understand what was so special about the mm genre. Then, I read a few stories in the Wednesday Briefs group and everything changed. One day, soon after finishing The Mercenary Knight, I found myself thinking about the next novel in the series. As it usually happens, there was a scene going round in circles in my mind, in it, Wybert was waiting to be sold and then he saw him. Izz Sarava. Another man. *swoon* it was my first male-male romance.

You are a very accomplished author, but there's ALWAYS more to do! What are your pie-in-the-sky, almost-too-embarrassed-to-say-out-loud dreams for your writing? No dream is too big!

Well, since no dream is too big… I’d love to be a full time romance and fantasy author and have one of my books become a film! Muahaha!

Your thoughts on libraries: GO!

Libraries are awesome!

Your new release, Blind Beauty, is a naughty m/m fairytale (YAY! <3) Have you always been interested in fairytales? Which one is your all-time favorite?

Fairy tales are awesome! From the sweet Disney versions to the more macabre original versions of Hans Christian Andersen, I think they’re a part of any culture.  They were, and still are, a form of sharing experiences and teaching lessons. Fairy tales existed before hand writing was born. Stories were passed orally from one generation to the next, the tale bending and adapting to the circumstances of that time. There really is no possible way to know the history of fairy tales, but I like to think that those magical tales of old were based on some truth.

As for a favorite fairy tale…I can’t really say! I love the Disney version of Cinderella it has always been one of my favorites  but ever since they released Tangled…oh, how I love that film. Flynn Rider is so dreamy. *sigh* Oh, okay, I think I might be getting a little carried away here.

Changing subjects, can you guess what story Blind Beauty is based on?  *grin*

You are suddenly forced to stop writing your chosen genre by a weird genre-specific virus that renders you genre-impotent (dun dun DUN!)—what do you write now?!

No more erotic romance? Gah! I guess I’d jump into plan B: fantasy! Does that count?

What is your superpower? What is your Kryptonite?

I can see the future and change it to my will.

Kryptonite? Humanity. Always changing, transforming, being unexpected. I can control my future to a certain point but not those of others.

We’re often changed in big ways by people who don’t realize they’ve done anything for us at all—tell us a story of being changed!

I’ve always been a very negative person. I’m a catastrophizer so a lot of the time I’ll start thinking about what could go wrong before I can even consider what could go right. For some time my motto was “war and destruction”. 

This friend of mine is exactly the opposite. He usually has a very cheerful disposition and he’s incredibly sweet. It doesn’t matter if you’re feeling down or not, he’ll come and give you a hug out of the blue and make you crack a smile. You can’t be all “the world is going to end” if someone is giving you a hug, so little by little, through the years, I’ve come to realize that maybe ‘war and destruction’ is not the best way to go about things and not everything is black. I’m still a work in progress, of course,  but my friend, even if he has no idea, has helped me be a happier person.
  
You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

200 words? Only? Okay, here we go… I suggest you grab a fan.


“Touch yourself.”

Goosebumps rose on Julian’s flesh at the soft-spoken command. He didn’t hesitate and wrapped his fingers around his engorged cock. His breath caught in his throat. Pleasure coursed through every cell in his body and he moaned.

“Pleasure yourself.” Warm breath fanned his left ear and the hairs on the back of his neck stood. He hadn’t realized he was so close.

“I’m watching you.”

Julian nodded. He couldn’t see Damian with the blindfold, but he felt the intensity of his stare trained on him. Heat and desire pulsed its way across his flesh landing hard between his cock, thickening it. Spreading his legs wider, he fisted his member in languid strokes.

“What are you thinking?”

Julian smiled. It was so like Damian to ask that.

“Of you.” His voice sounded hoarse. “Between my knees,” he admitted. “Sucking me.”

Julian picked up his speed as the vision became clearer. Something moved in the darkness. A body pressed against his back. Hands he’d kissed and held covered his. Soft lips brushed his neck.

“Come for me, love.”

Julian moaned. Damian’s hold tightened and he erupted.

“Told you there is as much pleasure in darkness as there is in light.”

Do you have a zombie survival plan?

Snif. No. I’m conscious with my reality, I would not survive a zombie apocalypse. I’m weak. I can’t go long hours without eating something or I’ll feel sick. I even did a Walking Dead test that said that the most I would survive would be 1 week and a half. Quite an accomplishment if you ask me, LOL

And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kind of dachshunds?

All dogs are awesome! And dachshunds are adorable! My neighbor has two and my author friend CJ Sullivan has one J

James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.

Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength.  Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.

Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?



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He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.

“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.

“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”

Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a shiver. 

“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily again.”

James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.

“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.

Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.

What would it feel like?

Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t want him. The thief. That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.

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Author Bio:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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2 comments:

  1. awesome interview Elyzabeth! and those 200 words...Phew! fanning myself! Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thank you for reading, JC! :D I did warn you might need a fan *wink*

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