Hello Kayla 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!
I don't actually have a hat, but I thought maybe the fancy braid would do. When my hair's down, I can nearly sit on it. I have donated to Locks of Love in the past.
You’ve been given the opportunity to go back in time and give your 13-year-old self a message. What do you say?
I saw the words "go back in time" and got all excited thinking about which era and empire I should choose. Then I realized we were talking about 1979. What a letdown. <Pouts>
What was even going on then? <Googles 1979> What? You thought I was paying that much attention to world events as a 13-year-old?
Stuff happened, but I was 13 and lived out in the middle of nowhere so none of it really impacted me.
I really can't think of much I need to tell myself back then. I was fairly happy and things were going fine. No major upheavals or crises looming on my horizon. Sorry.
So, you were editing along and zombies attack. And they are on fire! What do you do?
Tell my hubby that if he doesn't stop putting me in his damn zombie novels, I'm going to put him in one of my m/m novels!
You have 200 words—Make. Me. Swoon. (PLEASE!)
Oh crap! I can't write flash fiction to save my life. What? I've already used how many words?!
Okay, this is from Body Language, a short story set in the ancient Persian Empire. Lykos speaks Greek and Kas speaks Persian. They both speak a smattering of the other's tongue.
"Down." Kas straddled his lap and, placing his hands on Lykos' shoulders, pushed him into the nest of blankets. Lykos tried to resist by putting out a hand to balance himself. Kas narrowed his eyes and Lykos relented, allowing the young man to have his way.
He watched in amazement as Kas' mouth curved and his face lit up. Between his scowls and smiles, Kas would have him trained like one of Father's hounds in no time. Which of you is the prince?
Lykos gazed up at the beautiful youth above him as Kas smoothed more ointment over his ribs. The deft touch on his skin deadened the pain and had his cock filling again. Had Kas, astraddle him, noticed?
But how was he supposed to control the desire Kas brought out in him? None of Lykos' previous lovers could compare to the sloe-eyed youth. Those wide, dark eyes were made larger by the tracing of kohl around the lids, even the sooty lashes were more breathtaking than his favorite slave's.
So engrossed with the exotic man's beauty, Lykos hadn't at first noticed the hands now wandering over his chest until Kas plucked at one nipple. Groaning, Lykos came up on his elbows.
With a mischievous smile that all but stopped Lykos' heart, Kas reached down and pulled his own tunic up slowly, revealing smooth ochre skin several shades lighter than his exposed arms and legs. Kas' cock sprang upright from the cluster of dark curls at the apex of his thighs.
He didn't need words to tell him that the young man desired him and was willing to do what he must to make this clear to Lykos.
What makes you inexplicably happy?
Cuddling up in my chair with the kids and reading.
What is your biggest, most-wild writing dream? (Nothing is too outlandish!)
I guess I'm already doing it. Writing about men in the ancient world.
I began my "writing career" writing contemporaries, but for some reason almost all of my published pieces are historical.
What is your favorite literary quote?
In which, Andreas discovers that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Oh! You meant something other than my books.
"No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style." – Steven Brust, Jhereg
What one food item do you consider to be your arch nemesis?
That travesty of a spinach, mustard and turkey ham casserole my hubby made for dinner one night when I was pregnant. I almost tossed my cookies!
Biggest mistake you’ve made in your writing career and what you’ve learned from it.
I don’t really have a long enough career to have made one yet. I've had great experiences with my publishers and editors.
I haven't branched out and been diverse enough to draw a larger audience. But don't worry, once I get this trilogy and possibly the rest of the series written, I have a couple of contemporaries I ready to go. Maybe one as a serial.
And finally, for THE most important question of all: what kinds of dachshunds are the BEST kinds of dachshunds?
You're asking a veterinarian this?
I prefer the ones that don't bite. But the red dapples are pretty.
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Author Name: Kayla Jameth
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Catt Grant
Categories: Erotica, Fiction, Historical, M/M Romance. MAY be considered to have paranormal elements.
Alone, Andreas toils on a remote farmstead for a Spartan overlord. When a kryptes enters his world, Andreas fears for his life. The dread warriors stalk and kill helots—like Andreas' father—as part of their training.
Andreas sees only one way to save himself: he must tame the fearsome warrior.
But what began as self-preservation develops into attraction. Yearning for the company of someone other than his ferret Ictis, Andreas decides to trust the Spartan warrior and risk the fate that claimed his father.
Born to rule by the sword, Theron sees the world as his and acts accordingly, taking everything Andreas offers and reaching for more. However, love between men in Sparta is considered shameful and requires either exile or suicide to redeem Sparta’s honor. Now, only the gods can save them from the terrible price Sparta extracts from men who desire other men.
He shook his head as dread trailed cold fingers over his skin. No son of Sparta would ever consider a helot anything more than a drudge and occasional sport every fall during the Krypteia.
The ephors, Sparta’s true rulers, declared war on the helots every year as a matter of course, allowing any Spartan to kill them without risk of ritual pollution. Ritual pollution! No bloodguilt for their acts, no chance of retribution, no justice. Nothing to fear from Nemesis. Father’s life reduced to such a paltry tally.
The Krypteia… the Spartans’ way of keeping the helots from rising up against them. The skulking warriors spied on the helots, searching out and targeting anyone they thought could be a possible leader, while developing stealth and their killing skills. No helot was ever truly safe.
As Andreas grew, each year coming closer to his father’s size, his mother had repeatedly warned him that this risk was more real for him. “The less the Spartans see of you, the better.”
To placate her, he’d never ventured far from home. Always returning before night had set in. Always safe.
How anyone could perceive him as a threat had always astounded Andreas. He might be large, but he could never take a man’s life. Not after seeing his father’s blood spilled for no reason.
And he had a brush with that lurking death already. When would the kryptes return to claim his life as well?
“I’d have to be a fool to even consider befriending one, wouldn’t I, Ictis?”
*What inspired you to write A Spartan Love?
I minored in Classical History some few years ago. No, I won't tell you how long ago.
The Spartans don't do anything the easy way. The boys left home at seven and began their training. They were kept hungry to encourage them to develop the skills necessary to keep them fed on campaign and to deal with the hunger.
Even their slaves were different. Helots weren't property like the rest of the slaves in the ancient world. But they paid a hefty price for this. Every year the rulers of Sparta declared war on them, allowing any Spartan to slay any helot with impunity. A special group of advanced warrior trainees called kryptes brought this covert war to the helots.
So I thought, "What could be more diametrically opposed than a helot and a kryptes?"
*Is there anything special you’d like us to know about your book?
I not only have a background in Classical History, I also researched the Hades out of it. I probably could have written this story in half the time, if my research hadn't sucked me in and refused to let me go just because I had found the one detail I needed.
It's not uncommon for me to do a whole line of inquiry just to see if I can use one word or concept in the story. History geek, anyone? <Holds Hand Up>
*What are your hopes for this title?
A Spartan Love is the first in a trilogy. I'm hoping that the rest of the series will picked up by Dreamspinner Press and published. And of course, make me wildly famous.
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About the Author:
Kayla Jameth grew up on the family farm in Ohio, baling hay, raising cattle, and making maple syrup. An unrepentant tomboy, her father taught her to weld before she graduated from high school.
She attended Cleveland’s Case Western Reserve University and later, Texas A&M University in her pursuit of veterinary medicine, taking her farther away from her rural roots. You can transplant the county girl, but you can’t make her a city slicker. Besides, it was only going to be for a little while, right?
But it wasn’t all hard work for Kayla, her sojourn as the princess of the Celestial Kingdom left her with the title sir and a costume closet the envy of many knights, lords, and ladies. See? She does have some ladylike qualities complete with the title of Lady to back it up.
After declaring for years that she was just a veterinarian who wrote not an author, Kayla now finds herself living in Spring, Texas (practically Houston) and writing m/m erotic romance. The location is probably a bigger surprise than the genre. Never the kind of girl to discuss makeup and clothing designers, she would rather be outside getting dirty with the boys.
Kayla shares her home with a cat, two guinea pigs, a gerbil, three guppies, a husband and a son and daughter.
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