Saturday, July 20, 2013
Interview of Author Cara Adams
Latest Book: “The Alpha Takes a Mate”
Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-alpha-takes-a-mate
Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shapeshifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.
Q: What’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book?
A: Started writing the next one, and the one after that. I’d envisioned a series, and the other characters wanted their stories to be told.
Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A: The sex scenes. The characters always seem to be in a hurry to get to bed and find out more about each other.
Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you? Why?
A: The BDSM scenes. It’s so important to get each detail correct. Everyone has to be very much onboard with what’s happening, yet only the Dom knows the plan. I strongly believe BDSM must be safe, sane, and consensual, and that can be quite hard to explain in the middle of a scene without slowing down the pace of the story.
Q: Do all your heroes and all heroines look the same in your mind as you “head write”?
A: They all arrive in my mind with their own distinct personalities, habits, and body features. It may be hair and eye color, or certain physical properties, or habits like bossiness, shyness, and so on, but they’re all very different and individual. One even turned up with a pet kitten. Some of them do keep secrets from me and surprise me part-way through the book, but it’s never a physical attribute.
Q: What’s your strongest point as a writer?
A: All my editors have said my characters are strong and individual, quite clearly different from each other.
Q: What genre would you like to try writing in but haven’t yet done so? Why?
A: Suspense. I really want to make the suspense in my books more powerful, but my characters are so determined they keep solving problems faster than I can think them up.
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Taige York, Eve Lang, and Ginnie Thomas move to an old schoolhouse to turn it into a craft market. Taige’s well-rounded body calls to Jasper Lyall, Alpha of the nearby werewolf pack, and also to Cornelian Bardolph, his right-hand man. But the pack is not happy with humans living so close nearby and especially not with their Alpha befriending one.
While the three women are cleaning up the old building and turning the schoolhouse into a craft market, and Jasper and Cornelian are busy getting to know Taige in human form, and trying to find out whether she likes BDSM sex and werewolves, the rest of the pack is set on preventing Jasper and Cornelian from spending time with their woman. Then the pack decides to frighten the humans right away from the area. And Jasper still hasn’t gotten around to mentioning the word “shape-shifter” to Taige yet.
Taige York was bouncing up and down with happiness, her hair flying around her as she laughed and danced and clapped her hands. “We got it. We got it. We got it!” she crowed happily.
“Yeah. Likely that means it’s even more decrepit and rundown than we thought,” said Eve soberly.
Taige stared at her friend. “Ever the realist, Eve. But we did ask that sexy architect dude to look at the place, and he said that ‘structurally’ it’s sound. The walls aren’t going to fall down or anything.”
“It’s just that half the roof leaks,” Eve continued to complain.
“Not a problem. Ginnie and I’ll fix it. And it’s pretty much only wrecked over the porch anyway. Not the schoolroom, which is where we’re going to have our craft market.”
“Your wall hangings won’t get wet, Eve. And as Taige said, we’re not afraid of heights. How hard can it be to replace a bunch of broken tiles?” said Ginnie, smiling at Eve and Taige.
The three women, best friends since elementary school, were standing in the grounds of the old schoolhouse—make that the very old schoolhouse—that they’d just bought.
Taige tried to look at the building critically, but that was too hard. In her eyes it was damn near perfect. The first stone had been laid in 1810, and the building had been finished and in use the following year. It had been used less and less this century though, with farming families moving into town and school busses collecting the last few children in this area. So the county had decided to sell the building a year ago and it’d been on the market ever since, the price gradually dropping lower and lower, until the three friends had purchased it last Saturday. Today they’d signed the papers and now were ready to enter it, each holding her own key.
It was just an ordinary-looking key. Taige would have preferred one more in keeping with the age of building, perhaps a foot long and made of iron. She grinned. Yeah, she was a tad romantic, but who wouldn’t be, looking at this beautiful old structure. So what if it wasn’t a school anymore. It was still incredibly beautiful with solid, faded yellow limestone walls, high windows, and a bell tower reaching right up to the sky.
Likely she’d be spending the first week or two sweeping and dusting inside though. The place needed a really thorough cleaning before they could actually move into it.
The three of them were going to live in one of the four school rooms. The one on the back right side had a sturdy wooden door that could be closed off. It would become their apartment. One of the front school rooms would be where they displayed all the crafts and held their craft market. The other front school room they’d use as their creative space where they’d work on their crafts.
The third and final room they could use for storage, and packing and shipping items they sold. They already had websites—cross-linked to each other’s—and steady online sales and orders. Apart from the fact that the only bathrooms were outside the old building, the place was completely perfect. It was way bigger than an average house or regular sized store, there was heaps of parking for customers in the old schoolyard, and it fit their budget. Who the hell cared if the porch roof leaked!
Ginnie gave Eve and Taige each a gentle push. “Come on, let’s go inside and choose our work spaces and decide where we’ll put everything in our apartment.”
Taige followed the others to the big double doors. They used the metal bars to bolt them wide open and let the sunshine and fresh air into the old building. Then, holding hands just like they’d done all those years ago as five-year-old kindergarteners, they stepped across the threshold into their new home together.
It was cooler inside, but the realtor had promised the furnace worked and that was written in the contract. Eve had heard horror stories of people spending thousands of dollars on furnaces, and had insisted on the clause, so they knew they’d be warm and toasty in winter.
They were standing in the porch facing the hallway. This area was big enough for the students to wait out of the rain and snow until school began, and had built-in benches for the children to sit on around the walls. It was the perfect place to talk with potential clients about their crafts. A hallway bisected the building with two classrooms on both the right and left of the hallway.
When she looked down at the floor Taige almost groaned. It didn’t look like the tiles had been cleaned this century. It was hard to tell what color they ought to be. She bent down, spat on her fingers, and rubbed. Okay, not tiles, stone. Well it’d be easier to scrub the floor clean than to have to polish wooden floorboards she supposed.
“Come on,” said Ginnie impatiently. Taige grinned. Ginnie Thomas was the most outlandish one of them, Eve the staid one. Ginnie’s hair was razor-cut short, the same dark brown as her eyes. She had a pierced nose, two pierced eyebrows, and a bellybutton piercing as well, currently only visible under a cropped T-shirt when she stretched. Ginnie was the artist among them, a genius with pencils, charcoal, and paints.
Eve Lang was a tall, slender blonde, with gray eyes, and her shoulder-length hair in a neat braid. Eve was an expert in yarn craft including giant wall hangings which would display absolutely brilliantly on the high walls of the school.
And herself. Short and chubby with black hair, dark brown eyes and a surprisingly successful business making bead and wire jewelry, and, more recently, resin jewelry. Taige wasn’t too sure why these two wildly talented people put up with her, but they did, so it was all good.
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