Tuesday, August 19, 2014

INTERVIEW: Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Today we're welcoming back the beautiful Elyzabeth M. VaLey who rocks her hat AND her smile! :) Check out her interview!

Hello Elyzabeth and welcome BACK to The Hat Party <3 Thank you so much for subjecting yourself (AGAIN!) to the RANDOMNESS that is a Raine O'Tierney interview! Please don your best hat, and let's get started!


Yay! Thanks for having me, Raine! I love subjecting myself to your randomness. Wait, wait, did I just say that out loud? Er- hey, look, what do you think of my little hat? 

What important thing would you give up in order to continue writing?

My day job. :p You said important, not that I have to like it. I mean, a day job is important since I’ve got to pay bills and stuff… but I’d give it up in order to continue writing.  Yep, no doubt about it.

What is your favorite literary quote?

Only one? Okay, let’s see… well, the first thing that comes to mind is a quote from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Outlander was one of the first romance novels I read and well, suffice to say, I LOVED it. I found (and still find) the quote below incredibly romantic and that’s probably why I remember it so well. (Especially, considering that I have a horrible memory).

“Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,
I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.
I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.”

Describe yourself using song lyrics.

O_o Raine!!!! This is a hard question. *glares* 72 hours later… Okay, it just popped into my head but I guess this would describe me in a general sense…

I'm just a dreamer
I dream my life away
I'm just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days…

Recognize it? Ozzy Osbourne Dreamer.


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

Okay, I went 100 words over. This was something I started a while ago and have yet to finish.

Reese wasn’t sure when he got out of the chair and went after the other man but all of a sudden he was at the door, Axel’s slightly smaller frame caged in between his arms.
“Do you, now?”
Axel’s eyes widened and the tip of his tongue slid out to wet his lips. Reese bent a little closer, he could almost feel the other man’s breath on his face.
“Do I what?”
“Touch yourself, stroke your cock?”
“Of course. I’m a red blooded male,” Axel managed a saucy grin.  “But I only do it in private. “The smile on his face was frozen, his breathing coming out in hard pants and the musky smell of his arousal reaching to fill Reese’s nostrils.
Reese growled low, the cougar in him was awakening, the proximity to the other man causing his instincts to ride forth without care for their previous relationship or their year of friendship. All the animal cared about was making Axel his permanently.
“We’re in private,” he whispered.
He felt more than saw Axel gulp.
“And you’re very aroused, Axel.” Reese grinned, locking gazes with him. “What’s got you so turned on, Axel?” he leered, brushing his lips against Axel’s in a tentative kiss. The other man’s eyes widened, his lips parting at the touch. A shiver seemed to go through him at the contact and he reached for Reese, firmly planting his hand on his chest.
“Reese, I don’t think this is a good idea,” he muttered. Reese growled in distaste and Axel’s eyes widened, his heart beat accelerating.
“Why?” he asked, again sampling his delectable lips.
“We’re friends, roommates-_”
“So?” He tugged at Axel’s bottom lip drawing a whimper from him.
“This could change everything.”
Reese pulled back and grinned.
“I know.”

If someone challenged you to a water-gun fight *to the death* how would you fare?

With any luck, I might get a shot in there somewhere, but I’d die. No doubt about it. Running? Being quiet? Stealthy? Er… not my thing, I’m afraid. Plus, I’d probably get the giggles.

Do you know any cool party tricks and are you brave enough to do them at parties?

Meep! Sadly I don’t know any cool party tricks (nor would I be brave enough to do them). I’m more in the cooking department than in the entertainment section.

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

Only one? There are a lot of authors I appreciate, but today I’m going to give a shout out to Tali Spencer. I’m not sure if I’ve ever told her but I look up to her. I love her writing and the her world building is… magical. Everything in her novels just seems to flow so naturally. She’s a wonderful writer.

What is the hardest part of writing?

Writing itself is not hard, it’s getting the words in your head onto paper that is hard. My brain/muse works much faster than my fingers and I’m always two or three steps behind than what I’d like to. I feel like a slow writer because it takes me eons to complete something. Plus, I have the bad habit of thinking of the greatest ideas when I can’t stop to write them down…so by the time that I can take note of them I’ve forgotten half.

Do you dance in the rain?

I’m more of a snow dancer but the other day I wrote a Wednesday Brief on dancing in the rain. I have occasionally done a little jiggy in the rain, though. *grin*

And finally, you’ve just inherited a dachshund farm. What do you do now?

Dogs!!! <3 <3 Cuddles!

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The Three Thieves and The Dom (The Witches' Mischief, Book 3)


Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.

Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth.

But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction

Excerpt:


“Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”


“Yes, Master Conall.”

“Were you frightened then?”

She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”

Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.

“So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”

Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted.  Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.

“You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”

Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.

Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”

“No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.

“Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.

“Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”

“No.”

Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.

 “Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”

He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.

Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.

“Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”

Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.

“Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Master Conall, please.”

“Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.  

“I cannot.”

“Yes, you can.”

She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.

“Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation.  “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.

“Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.

“I cannot, I don’t—”

“Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.

They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door. 

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Book 4, Bear Heart, releases sometime in August!


About the Author:

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. Thanks for inviting me to the party, Raine! It was loads of fun!

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