Tuesday, March 4, 2014

INTERVIEW: Michael Mandrake & Sharita Lira and #Giveaway

Today we are talking to Michael Mandrake, muse to the FANTASTIC Sharita Lira, who, can I just say, really rocks that hat? Make sure you enter the Rafflecopter giveaway at the end of the interview!


Hello Michael and welcome to The Hat Party <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!



Mandrake is the best last name ever. Don’t mind the period, that is a question! <3 Tell me all about your name.

Michael Mandrake is the gay male muse of Sharita Lira. Though a fictional character himself, he is quite real to the author. Shar is channeling the voice of Michael for this interview. No straight jackets needed here!

SL: Thank you Raine. *straightens hat and kicks muse* Ahem, well thanks. I thought the muse could use a special name, something mischievous, unique. When I looked it up in the surname it mentioned it appears to be English since the first recorded Mandrake married in 1736 but they are references to it having French ties. And it’s the name of an herb as well as a popular comic book villain. Unique indeed.

If you could have a conversation with 13-year-old yourself right now, what would you say to him?

SL: My 13 year old self would say to start writing professionally from the beginning. If only I would’ve started there and kept on that path, I might be the next Ernest Hemingway…or not. *chuckles* No seriously, I do wish I would’ve started writing to be published. Many odd jobs could’ve been avoided in adulthood,

What do you dream about, writing wise—deepest, most hidden writing goal! Nothing is too big or too wild.

SL: *muse’s eyes widen* To write the next epic gay romance novel… no, okay… really to write a novel that is so unique and different form anyone else. Is that even possible in today’s world? *Shar shakes head* Ah Sharita, oh ye of little faith.

Your thoughts on libraries: GO!

SL: Love them and I wish more of them had Starbucks in them so we could sit there and read books while drinking a tall latte or hot chocolate. In our case, hot cocoa since it’s freezing in Chicago right now.

Describe yourself using song lyrics.

SL: Ooh song lyrics. *Shar moves Michael over* Let me answer this one dear muse. I’d sing the words to Seal’s Crazy. I believe it fits since I write under three names, right? *sings*

Oh Darling
In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy?
Oh Darling
In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy?

And of course I’d add the chorus. We’re never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.

To me it means we need to have fun in order to live without truly losing our minds. Okay Michael, you can have this interview back now. *Shar moves back over*

How do you handle reviews? Would you rather have NO reviews ever or a slew of stab-ya-in-the-gut negative reviews? (Not that EITHER of these will happen to you!)

SL: *Michael glares at Shar and straightens tie* I’d have to say I’d take the negative reviews over none at all. As long as these reviews are written in a constructive manner and not a malicious attack on me or the said body I beling to, then bring them on. *Michael cocks an eyebrow* Besides, often an author can learn from his or her negative reviews. It is however only an opinion.

What is your superpower? What is your Kryptonite?

SL: Shar would say her super power is juggling 4 muses I’m sure. She said three earlier because Veronica Bagby is new to the party  but yes, she handles us a loot better these days. We work her fingers to the bone I tell you and she tries her best to accommodate us. She suffers when she doesn’t cater to our needs, believe me. *darts eyes at Shar* I’d have to say the Kryptonite is Coca Cola for me and Shar!

You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)

SL: Oh? Well let Shar handle this one. I’m the more stuffy muse so I’ll allow her to give you a sexy scene. *Michael pulls Shar back over*

Kajika leaned back in the chair until his ponytail kissed the tiles. He rolled his neck around until he faced Frankie once again, eyes wide, his lips pursed to be kissed. He heaved in air and spread his legs, giving his lover a shot of his rosy pucker, aching…waiting to be filled. Kajika’s breaths sped up in anticipation of Frankie plunging his thick cock inside his tightness while he raked those elongated fingers through his long strands. Kajika clenched his thighs together, attempting to stop the impending explosion from occurring. His groin quickly filling, he nibbled on his bottom lip and closed his eyes, moving slowly to the sultry fuck me beat. Kajika put on this dance just for Frankie and only Frankie to enjoy.  

This relationship was meant to be, just the two of them until the end of time. Kajika wouldn’t let go of the notion that this man, Frankie Choteau was his soulmate, his lover that would protect him for the rest of his days.

No one would ever break that bond when fate brought them together from the start. What other couple instantly fell in love at a crime scene? None that Kajika could think of.

What is one mistake you’ve made during your writing career that you’ve learned and grown from?

SL: *Shar pulls Michael back in* I know Shar would say subbing longer stories from the beginning instead of writing shorts. I however don’t believe it’s necessarily a mistake but that’s what the head says. Actually Shar, we should say not thoroughly checking into publishers before signing. Or rather the people who run them. *grimaces* It’s quite all right though. We might never see a penny from a story I’ve now passed on to sister BLMorticia but at least it has new life with a great publisher.

What are you going to do to survive during the zombie apocalypse?

SL: Survive? Why on earth would I want to do that? I believe it would be cool to be a zombie don’t you? *smiles*

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


SL: Oh my, neither Shar or I are dog lovers. I’m sure you believe this is blasphemous. We’re more of the cat sort but to be snarky I’d say the kind that are well trained and don’t harm people. *winks*



Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…

Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.

To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.

Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.

Except


“Babe? Frankie?” Kajika’s voice snapped him out of his haze, and he rushed to the living room to greet his man. The moment Frankie met the brown gaze of his husband to be, his breath caught in his chest. He sure loved to look at the beautiful man Kajika Fortier had always been.

“Hey, sugah.” Frankie grabbed his arms and brought him in for a passionate kiss on the lips. Just that sent a stir to his groin he knew he’d need to take care of immediately. “How was work?”

Kajika reciprocated the embrace. “Long.” He dropped his bag and kicked it over in front of the closet. “I danced for almost forty minutes. Lana didn’t show up at the club tonight. I tried calling her, but she didn’t pick up. I really wanted to stop by but not without someone. I recall you telling me about the rash of assaults in her neighborhood.”

Frankie nodded and massaged his man’s shoulders. “I’m glad you didn’t go by there alone, babe. Perhaps we’ll go check on her tomorrow after our early dinner? Perhaps she was sick or something or her phone ran out of juice.”

Kajika agreed and wrapped his arms around Frankie’s waist. “I suppose.” Kajika’s worried expression instantly transformed to a smile. “So, my man, what did you do all day besides call and get me in trouble with everyone?”

“Who me?” Frankie pointed to himself, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Nah, them girls just jealous, that’s all, especially Naomi. I don’t know what’s taking Orrin so long to ask her out on a formal date.”

“Me neither.” Kajika clicked his teeth and leaned forward, taking a small bit of Frankie’s bottom lip in between his own. “I mean, they looked like they’d hit it off real well when we all got together at the club weeks ago. She said they talk on the phone almost every weekend, but Orrin gets so busy at the station.”
Frankie groaned and reached around his lover’s body, clenching his buttocks tightly between his fingers. Surges of energy instantly shot to his groin and his nipples in response to Kajika’s affections. “Yeah, well, I know all about that. Still, he’s had a chance or two to just grab a bite with her or even a drink. Perhaps now that Kenie’s back he can try asking her out.”

“Hopefully so. My girl needs some dick, so she’ll stop snapping on me.” Kajika laughed, moving forward into Frankie’s touches. He traced the lines of his face as well as his newly trimmed mustache and beard. 

“Well, enough about them. What’s on the agenda for our first night alone in a while, hmm? I’m not real hungry…for food, anyway. We had a quickie in the shower this morning−”

“Which ain’t enough, lover.” Frankie gripped Kajika’s ass and lifted him from the floor, licking his lips like a tasty treat. He flashed a wicked grin. “I’m ready to go all night if we have to, sweetheart. I’ve been resting up for you all damn day.”

Kajika chuckled and shifted, wrapping his legs around Frankie’s waist. “Then show me, babe. I’m not too tired to get it on into the wee hours, Frankie.” Kajika caressed Frankie’s lips with his fingertips, pushing one into his mouth.

Frankie hungrily accepted, taking Kajika’s entire finger in, sucking it to the knuckle. “With pleasure−”

Before Frankie could finish his sentence, his phone buzzed in his pocket, disturbing him from further thought.
Frankie grimaced but continued to hold onto Kajika. “Damn! I knew I should’ve switched this fucking thing off!”

“Ugh!” Kajika forced himself out of Frankie’s grip and frowned, petulantly crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Should I go to the bedroom and wait for you or expect to be eating a late night snack alone, watching I Love Lucy re-runs?”

Frankie glanced at the screen and held his finger up to wait.

Of course the station was calling to interrupt his special moment. “Hello?”

“Frankie, Kenie here. I need you in here now, man. Orrin and Vance are on another case, and I need backup. There’s been a murder near Louis Three again.”

Frankie cursed silently and shook his head.

“Erg!” Kajika stomped out of the room, not bothering to look back.

“Seriously? Goddamnit, I…” Frankie ran his hand over his head, thinking of an excuse not to go in. “Damn, Kenie, I was trying to enjoy my night off, and low and behold we gotta case on your first night back.”

Frankie could hear her grin through the phone. “Yeah, just your dumb luck, huh, beloved? Come on, boy, don’t make me come and get you, right? I’m sorry I might be spoiling the evening with your pretty boy lovah, but−”

Frankie rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing his man would be very upset. “No, you’re really not, but whatever. What’s the address?”

“Thirty Seven, Seventeen Orleans is the address. We’ll−”

Frankie’s eyes bulged, and his heart stopped.

Could it be? Oh hell!

“Kenie, you said a murder at that address?”

Kenina cleared her throat. “Yes, sir, can we…”


“I’ll see you in about twenty.” Frankie’s heart sped up not knowing what the heck to say to his man who was already upset about their plans being interrupted. Just how the hell would he say that his fellow dancer might be a victim of murder? 




Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.

Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.

This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens.  She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.

For more information, please visit http://www.thelitriad.com as well as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.


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2 comments:

  1. TY so much for having me and Michael

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    1. It was an AWESOME interview guys! Thank you again for stopping by to chat!!

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