Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Interview of Author Missy Jane
Latest Book: Educating Macey
Buy Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8920-50-educating-macey.aspx
Ms. Missy Jane is the alter ego of a Texas mother of four who has been married to the same wonderful man for over fourteen years. About seven years ago Missy finished reading a book by Mercedes Lackey and James Mallory, titled The Outstretched Shadow, and thought “Now, what if…” and a monster was created. Missy now spends most of her time lost in worlds of her own making alternately loving and hating such creatures as vampires, shape-shifters and gargoyles (to name a few). When not writing, she spends her time reading, taking photos of her four beautiful daughters and training her husband to believe she’s always right.
Q: What’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book?
A: I danced around the house screaming until my kids and hubby calmed me down with questions. Then they started dancing around with me.
Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A: I seem to be great at beginning new stories. Ideas pop into my head all of the time (sometimes at really inconvenient times) and I get caught up in the new characters and their situations.
Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you? Why?
A: Unfortunately I have a tendency to fizzle out in the middle. Which is why I have a mountain of works in progress.
Q: What hobby do you enjoy when not writing?
A: Other than reading, I’m an avid photographer. I received my first SLR style film camera when I was thirteen and have been shooting everything I see ever since. I’d actually strived to become a professional photographer until life happened. My dream job was to freelance for both National Geographic and Sports Illustrated.
Q: What is your favorite romance book that you’ve read?
A: It’s really hard to choose just one, but I can say my favorite series is the Argeneau vampire series by Lynsay Sands. Also right now my favorite romance author is Madeline Hunter.I greatly admire both of these ladies and their work.
Q: What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? Why?
A: I’d like to try horror, because I’m an avid fan. I actually started a story that leaned toward that genre a couple of years ago, but stopped when another idea took over. I just haven’t dedicated the time to finish it but might try to this year.
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Sex has taken a backseat on my priorities list for a while now—being a single mother never allowed me the chance to dwell on it. But then my daughter grew up and Max moved in next door. Just seeing his sexy-as-hell body and hearing the way he growls my full name, Macey Lane, gets me all hot and bothered. I am not a woman of experience, but Max is more than willing to teach me. His lesson plans may be too delicious to pass on, but is hot sex worth the risk of becoming another of his conquests?
“Ever watched a porno, Mace?”
I had to clear my throat and take a drink of my soda before I answered. “N-no.”
He chuckled, disbelief clear on his face. “Not even for research?”
I frowned, though pleased he didn’t make a reference to my age instead. “No.”
Annoyance filled me, but it felt better than the humiliation of still being so naïve at thirty-five. I write romance for a living, not erotica. So what if my characters were as innocent as me. I wanted to throw my soda into his knowing gaze.
“Well, my good little Catholic school girl, it’s about time you did.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes at his “little girl” reference. I was ten years, five months and eight days older than him—yes, I’d done the math. Maybe not as experienced, but definitely not a little girl. I simply couldn’t let the challenge in his voice go unanswered. He picked up the remote while I sat next to him and watched the action on the screen reverse at a fast pace. It was almost funny seeing it that way and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He started the regular play again and I watched in horrified fascination as two women began undressing each other. We didn’t speak, didn’t touch, we just sat there and sipped our drinks as scene after scene of people having sex played in front of us.
I wondered if he’d planned on masturbating until I interrupted him and glanced over at the front of his jeans. With the way he held his beer against his thigh I couldn’t really tell, but it didn’t look like he was even hard from watching the porn. I have to admit it excited me. Slickness formed between my thighs and I squeezed them together tightly. I can count my past lovers on one hand with a few fingers to spare. Most of the guys I’d dated were interested until they discovered I was a mom. After a while I just gave up and started writing out the romance I wished I could experience.
The soda did little to cool me off as the movie progressed and the positions became more outrageous. My heart sped up and I tried not to pant as two men settled a buxom blonde between them. The men were well built and I couldn’t help admiring the muscular ass of the one on top. I watched him flex as he drove in and out of the blonde, his balls slapping the guy beneath her. I’d never seen anything like it before and I was riveted. I licked my lips and set my empty soda can on the coffee table, never taking my eyes from the screen.
“You like this one?”
I jumped slightly at the feel of Max’s breath on my ear and turned to find him inches away from me. When had he moved closer? I had no clue, but his thigh now touched mine and the feel of denim against my bare skin felt almost too good.
“Um, yeah. It’s…interesting.”
He laughed and set his beer down next to my soda. “Interesting? Have you ever tried it?”
It took a moment for me to understand the question.
“Uh, that? With two guys?” He nodded. “No! I-I mean, uh…no, I’ve never had the chance.”
He laughed again and placed his hand on my leg where my shorts gave way to bare skin.
“I know having Haley might not have left a lot of private time, but…you’re not very experienced are you, Mace?”
Being a single mother definitely put a damper on my sex life, and in the couple of months my daughter had been away at college it hadn’t changed.
“Um, no, not really I guess.”
“Hell, baby, you write romance for a living. Don’t your characters have sex?”
Frowning at his reference to my precious characters I sat up straighter and pointed accusingly at the television.
“Not like that. I write historical romance and there’s more romance than sex in my stories. They’re sweet, not…steamy.”
I was blushing again and it made me angry. I pushed his hand away and stood, fully intending to leave. Max grabbed my arm and pulled, making me lose my balance and land in his lap. I discovered I’d been wrong about him not being hard and froze.
“I like sweet, though there’s definitely something to be said for steamy,” he whispered in my ear.
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