Saturday, June 14, 2014

INTERVIEW: Lynn Lorenz plus #Giveaway!

Today we're talking to the fantastic Lynn Lorenz (lovin' the hat!) Lynn is also holding a giveaway for those who sign up for her mailing list. Check out the end of the interview for details!

Hello Lynn 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!

Give us 5 ½ words of wisdom.

Be kind. Be generous. Smile…

What is your superpower?  My superpower is plotting.
What is your Kryptonite?   Sentimental commercials. Can you say “blubber like a baby”?

Give a shout-out to another author who may, or may not, know how much you appreciate them.

Angela Knight. The first time I read her book about vampires from another world who were King Author and his knights of the round table, saving the world and the werewolves created to keep them in line????

Talk about an “aha” moment. I thought, fuck, if she can write that and sell books, I can write anything, even those wild ass ideas I was thinking of…which eventually turned into some of my books. Her books opened doors for me.

Have you ever tried collaborating? Why or why not?

Yes, years ago, TA Chase and I kicked around the idea for a series. Not to write together but as a “world.” And more recently, I wrote one story of an m/f anthology with Belinda McBride and Jianne Carlo called Lucky in Red, where we each took a brother and wrote a story about the boys and a red dress. I loved working with them and we’re still thinking of doing it again. And I’ve written two free reads with the ladies of Love, Lust and Laptops – we’ve put the stories in free anthologies and they’re still being downloaded. My stories were m/m in it, but most were f/m.

As for writing with a partner, no. I’m far too anal and controlling to work that way. A lot of people do it quite successfully, but it’s not for me.

You can go back to any point in your life to give you past self a pep-talk. How old is your past self and what do you say?

I would be 14 and crushing on the older brother of a friend. I’d tell myself, there is something wrong about a grown-ass man who is interested in a 14 year old girl. Don’t let him close, even if it means not seeing your friend at her house. I’d say, you are better than this, don’t be so desperate for love, and this is not love. Don’t believe him.

What is your super secret, wildest, most outlandish writing dream?

What else? New York Times bestseller and on Oprah’s To Read list.

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

This is from Bayou Dreams and it’s just a little over 200 words. It’s the first time Ted and Scott are alone together.

“That’s a lie. I can smell it on you.” Ted leaned closer and inhaled. “Shit. I can smell you in my dreams. Smell you when I touch myself.”

Despite himself, Scott inhaled. Ted. His mate. The scent overpowered him, sent him reeling. His wolf howled to break free, to claim this man.

He looked around to see if anyone watched them, but couldn’t see a soul. “Get in the car.” He jerked his head to the cruiser.

Ted nodded and walked around to the passenger side and got in. Scott closed the door and realized this was a big mistake.

Their scents filled the car in seconds, and he was lost. Scott moaned. Ted cursed. They lunged together, lips biting, hands demanding, tongues fighting for dominance.

Scott wouldn’t let go, back down, or come up for air, until his chest burned and his lips were cut and bruised. Nothing about this felt weird; his body didn’t scream that it was wrong to kiss another man. All he knew was his wolf’s desperation to be with this man, to taste him, to hold him, to fuck him.

Then Ted pushed him away, panting, huddled against the doors of the car as far away from Scott as possible without bailing out.

“Fuck.” Ted gasped.

“Merde.” Scott ran his hand over his face. “That can’t ever happen again.” His fingers touched his swollen lips.

You’re writing along and you’re attacked by a horde of zombies…ON FIRE…how do you survive? Or do you become a zombie too?

Are the zombies on fire, or am I? I’ll go with them on fire…so I’d just run fast enough to let them burn up but not fast enough to burn out. For the record, I’d never be a zombie. Ewww. Just ewww.

Your thoughts on libraries: GO!

I love libraries. I’m of an age and of a place and time when in my teen years, a library was the only place I had access to books. My mother was a voracious reader. Guess it passed to me. In my old neighborhood in New Orleans, the Nix Library was the place I spent most of my summers. I can still remember how the place smelled…old wood, books; the way the cards from the catalog smelled. The slow turning of the ceiling fans hanging from the 15 ft ceilings. The sound of the librarians stamping books out in hard rhythm. Like music.

I remember walking the five blocks there, or riding my bike, books in my arms on in the baskets on the back of the bike, climbing the wide cement steps and going through the double doors. Excitement and anticipation. Reading books that fired my imagination.

Mary Stewart, HP Lovecraft, Shirley Jackson, Arthur Conan Doyle. Gothics, horror, mystery books that kept me up at night. That kept me reading, wanting the next one and the next and the next…

And the librarians? I loved them. They were the gate keepers to the world of books and they would give me suggestions at checkout for other books. They let me check out more books than my age allowed. And when I wanted to read books I wasn’t old enough for, they asked my mom, who also visited frequently, if I could read them. She gave permission. Back then, those ladies knew everyone who came in by name.

So when I had my own kids, believe me, every week we visited our library here in Texas. It was modern with none of the charm of the Nix, but we went to Storytime and listened to stories, then went into the stacks and picked out books to read. We did this until the kids were in Jr. high. And by then they were going to the used books store and we started buying books.

So believe me when I say I love libraries.

What’s the biggest mistake you’ve made in your career and what did you learn from it?

I think the biggest mistake was not using two pen names from the beginning. I didn’t think I needed it – yes new and ignorant, right here – and I just didn’t think I could deal with two names. I started publishing m/m, but I’d been writing m/f in the beginning. I wrote what I wanted, with the characters the story called for, but I used my Lynn name for both. As my career and brand grew as Lynn for my m/m books, my sales for my m/f books cratered. Just last year, I took back the rights to a lot of my m/f books, created the new pen name Theodora Lane, and repubbed them. I’m writing new stories for the name and have a backlist now of about six books. Sales have been good.

I learned that I underestimated myself. I can handle it, maybe not perfectly, but good enough. And I learned that brands can be good and bad at the same time.

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

Old ones. The ones that have white muzzles and are slightly overweight and waddle when they walk. They aren’t energetic all the time, but have spurts of enthusiasm, then take a nap. They are happy sitting in your lap for long periods of time or just next to you. They use their age and soulful eyes to get you to carry them everywhere.

Those are the best kinds of dachshunds.

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Sheriff Scott Dupree’s got more problems than he can handle. He’s alpha of his small werewolf pack and coming up for re-election as sheriff in a year. On top of this, his mother is casting love spells to find Scott a mate. It’s all Scott can do to keep the town and pack under control, let alone his urge to mate.

Ted Canedo is openly gay, a disgraced ex-cop from New Orleans. His patrol partner was killed on duty and Ted took the blame for taking protection money from the store owner to save his partner’s wife and kids’ grief. No one knew Ted was in love with his partner, not even his partner. Having him die in Ted’s arms killed something inside Ted too.

When the moon is full and Scott’s maman works her magic, Ted’s erotic dreams and his work as a PI bring him to St. Jerome and sexy, straight Scott. Scott’s stunned to learn his wolf is gay and wants to mate with Ted. Ted refuses to become involved with a straight man, much less a werewolf, terrified to risk his heart again.
Especially if it he has to watch Scott fight to the death for his right to claim Ted as his mate.


Scott’s gaze fell on the man, and he froze. Dark hair, dark eyes, good-looking, well-built; the man stirred something in Scott that shouldn’t have been touched by another man. His wolf whimpered, and the first telltale signs of change, sprouting hairs, tingled as they pushed through the skin on his chest.

Scott coughed, choking on his spit.

“Well, hell.” Nothing like that had ever happened before. Never. Scott growled low in his throat. And if it were up to him, nothing ever would.

He pushed the wolf down.

The man, as if he knew Scott watched him, looked up and caught Scott’s gaze.

For a long, uncomfortable moment, they stared at each other, and no matter what Scott denied, something sexual passed between them. Something that made his wolf howl as if declaring itself to Scott and everyone around him what it wanted.

The stranger’s eyebrows rose, as comprehension dawned.

Scott tore his gaze away and turned back to the bar.

Where the hell was his order?

The need to flee came over him so fast, he nearly bolted. He grabbed the bar and blinked in disbelief as blond hair sprouted across his knuckles. His chest and legs itched.

And oh my God, his cock stiffened.

This was not happening.

Hunched over, straining to keep his sanity and his wolf in check, Scott barely heard the bartender speaking.

“Sheriff, here’s your order.”

Scott looked up. He fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet, then pushed a twenty, more than enough to pay for the meal, to the bartender. “Keep the change.”

Meal in hand, he turned to leave.

The man at the table still stared at him. As Scott took his first step toward the door, the man stood and pushed back his chair, intent burning in his eyes.

Panic swelled in Scott’s chest as he gave a small shake of his head to warn away the stranger. He wasn’t a coward, far from it, but this was a confrontation he didn’t want to face. Head down, he made for the door.

Cool air rushed over him as he went through the doors to the outside and hurried to his cruiser.

Ted nearly tripped in his rush to get to the man in the sheriff’s uniform.

What the hell had just happened? What had the man done to him? He’d never felt a connection like that before, as if there had been a taut rope stretched between himself and this stranger, humming, sending a signal through the length of it straight to his cock.

Every atom in his body wanted the sheriff. Not just wanted him, but wanted to be fucked by him.
Ted never let anyone fuck him. He topped. Always.

A blowjob or a handjob was one thing, but he’d never let anyone take his ass.

With a whimper, he knew he’d let that man do it to him, and he knew he’d beg for more.

It wasn’t right. He’d been in lust before, seen someone at a bar and knew he wanted to fuck him. Hell, he was a healthy guy, just thirty-one; he wanted to fuck just about anyone.

But something was so wrong about this, like he’d been hypnotized, or drugged. Maybe some kind of crazy spell. The last thing Ted did was trust this feeling.

Had someone put something in his drink?

That idea was even crazier, but if it killed Ted, he was going to find out what the hell was going on.

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*What inspired you to write the book you’re promoting?

I love writing stories set in places I love – like New Orleans, Texas, Central Louisiana, and the bayou country of Louisiana where this book is set. I wanted to write a shifter book about a particular pack of werewolves who lived right along everyone else – and who did it with that special something that Cajuns would imbue—a lust for life, love and food. So my wolves belong to a “social club” – where they raise money for 1st responders, go to church, hold down jobs and keep their pack secret.

And I wanted to write a “gay for you” book. I’d read a few and some of them just struck me as unrealistic. But when you take that concept and put it in a paranormal world, it works. I put all these ideas together and came up with the Rougaroux Social Club. Now, I’m working on the fourth book in the series.

*Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?

It’s hot, funny and filled with great characters I hope you’ll fall in love with. And it’s book one of a currently three book series, with number four on the way!

*What are your hopes for this title?

I’d love for people to recommend it to everyone they know. I know they won’t because a book can’t be all things to all people, but a girl can hope, can’t she?

About the Author:

Lynn Lorenz lives in Texas, where she’s a fan of all things Texan, like Longhorns, big hair, and cowboys in tight jeans. She’s never met a comma she didn’t like, and enjoys editing and brainstorming with other writers. Lynn spends most of her time writing about hot sex with even hotter heroes, plot twists, werewolves, and medieval swashbucklers. She’s currently at work on her latest book, making herself giggle and blush, and avoiding all the housework.
Twitter: @lynnlorenz
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  1. I posted a comment earlier but it didn't show up. Lynn I love, love, love your books

  2. I absolutely LOVE "Bayou Dreams" and I read it at least once a year... I have the print copy as well as the ebook (I think)! Lynn Lorenz is one of my favourite authors!