Interview of Author Dee Brice!

Today it's my pleasure to present an interview of romance author and friend, Dee Brice.
Latest Book: His Virtual Diva
Buy Link: http://tinyurl.com/3hvabys

BIO:
Dee believes she was born with a pen in one hand and a writing tablet in the other. Determined not to work in an office, this wannabe actress never learned to type well; she still composes with pen and pad, then transcribes her manuscripts onto her computer. Sometimes Dee and her dictation program are best friends; more often they are mortal enemies.

Since selling her first novel (Passion’s Four Towers) to Ellora’s Cave in 2006, Dee has sold sixteen more novels of various lengths and in many different sub-genres—but all erotic romances. In 2007 Passion’s Four Towers was nominated for a Psyche Award and His Virtual Assassin finaled in the Passionate Ink contest in 2008. Most recently, Their Consummate Courtesan received a Five Hearts review from Sizzling Hot Books Review.

Dee writes for both Ellora’s Cave and eXtasy Books.

Q: What’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book?
A: Since the offer arrived at 4:15 AM—my first editor lives in Australia-I had to wait for folks in my time zone to wake up. Then I got on the phone, emailed everybody in my address book and went around for a couple of weeks with a grin on my face as wide as Texas.

Q: What part of the book is the easiest for you to write? Why?
A: Dialogue—probably because of my acting experiences. Most of my stories begin (in my mind) with two people having a heated discussion. That’s more polite, isn’t it, than saying they’re arguing?

Q: What part of the book is the hardest for you? Why?
A: Love scenes. I’m not embarrassed. I just want to make each love scene in every story as fresh and different and—yeah—arousing as I can. A lot of what I write, erotically speaking, is what makes me hot. I hope some of that transfers to the page and to the reader.

Q: Do you eat comfort food when writing? If so, what food inspires your imagination?
A: Not while I’m writing, but my local RWA chapter gives out really big candy bars for writing “The End”. That motivates me to write every day. lol

Q: What hobby do you enjoy when not writing?
A: Reading, I just discovered Diana Peterfreund’s unicorn series. The books are supposedly for teens, but I really enjoy her twisted take on unicorns and virgins. Also, Song of Ice and Fire caught my attention, mostly due to the TV series Game of Thrones. That series makes me wonder if my erotic romances could actually become movies someday. Gotta love Cable’s freedom to do “HOT”!

Q: You’re on a remote island with a handsome man, a computer, and a “mysterious” source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?
A: A handsome man, eh? Forget the computer and give me the man. Writing about our hot experiences can wait until we get back to civilization—assuming we decide to return.

Tell us where to find you: website(s), publisher’s page(s), blog(s), Facebook page(s), etc. List them all!
Email: deebrice@sbcglobal.net
http://deebrice.com
Publishers’ pages:
Ellora’s Cave: http://www.jasminejade.com/m-249-dee-brice.aspx
eXtasy Books: http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?searchword=dee+brice&ordering=&searchphrase=all&Itemid=50&option=com_search

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dee-Brice/230424546974171?v=wall
http://deesdites.blogspot.com
http://goddessesofstorytelling.blogspot.com

BLURB:
Aloof composer-conductor Lamont Johansson (LJ) knows he’s grasping at straws trying to introduce opera to the Andromeda System. He’s certainly taking enormous financial risks. When the brilliant, erratic diva Daphne Basini arrives on Al Sufi—two weeks late—he finds he’s attracted to her and is amazed that her voice is the voice he’s been searching for all his life. Suddenly there is more at stake than a successful opera season. He’s risking his heart as well.

Deanna Basini’s arrival on Al Sufi is not at all what she expected. She’s supposed to hook up with her sister, Daphne, but Daphne has decamped again without notifying the opera company that hired her. And again, Deanna is forced to masquerade as her more famous, impetuous and sexually adventurous sister in order to save Daphne’s flagging career. Deanna’s resentment fades under LJ’s critical demands and encouragement. She finds her desire for him intensifying alongside the guilt she feels for deceiving him.

Daphne hasn’t been delayed by normal circumstances. Venus has taken over her body and is leading her through a whirlwind of sensual pleasures. When Daphne gains the upper hand and finally arrives on Al Sufi, she discovers she might not rescue her career, but with Venus’ help, she might push LJ and Deanna together.

Their passion for music brings Deanna and LJ together. Will deception drive them apart?

EXCERPT:
The first gentle brush of his lips sent melodies drifting through Deanna’s mind. Soon words followed. A kiss is just a kiss. But his were so much more. She could float forever in his kinds of kisses. So gentle. So playful. So…so very…

A sigh is just a sigh.

His sigh breathed need into her mouth. Hers soughed agreement as he turned her to face him. Her knees straddled his hips. Her mons pressed to his cock as they rubbed, eliciting sighs that grew more and more ragged. Yet he never changed the tempo. Even his tongue caressing hers maintained a sweetness she cherished. Persuasion…oh, yes. So much nicer than plundering. So much more in tune with his hands gliding under her sweatshirt. His fingertips plucked her furled nipples like a harpist playing slowly, building chords that tightened her entire body. She pulled off her sweatshirt, exposing her topless chest. She’d hoped for this, planned to make it easy to get naked.

“Your breasts…” As if unable to say another word, he cupped them both, then lapped each rigid nub. Flames arced between her nipples and her empty pussy. Her swollen clit throbbed, aching for his touch. Beyond conscious control, her hips rose and fell, settling when he unzipped his shorts and then freed his cock. With wiggles and grunts, they worked his shorts to his knees, sighing into each other’s mouth.

Against her lips he murmured, “Push your breasts together.”

She did, gasping as his tongue flicked each nipple in rapid succession. His clever fingers settled on her hips, but she could feel him toying with the narrow straps on her thong. His simultaneous continuing attention to her nipples made her laugh sound more like a moan. Multitasking was clearly in his lovemaking skill set.

“Do these clasps work?” he asked before sucking one peak into his mouth. Using his tongue, teeth and lips, he drove her speechless.

she managed, arching her back as he transferred his attention to her other breast. She thought he said good, but was too intent on what his hands were doing to care.

She felt the clasps give, the slide of silk between her slick folds as he pulled off her thong, the heat of his body as he laid them both on the blanket. Panting, she wiggled her hips and, finally, had his cock almost where she wanted it.

“Not yet,” he murmured, bracing on his elbows. His silver gaze inched over her face as if memorizing every feature. His fingers followed with feathery touches along her brows, eyelids and nose. They tickled yet made her feel so cherished she sighed. Bypassing her lips, he traced her jaw and chin, the hollow in her throat, the shell of one ear. Every touch aroused her, yet left her boneless.

Sensing his unwillingness to hurry, she duplicated his patterns over his face. His bushy eyebrows felt silkier than they looked. The stubble on his cheeks and chin rasped in her palm, making her imagine whisker burns on her own face. Yet she hadn’t felt any scrapes because his kisses were so gentle. A bump in his nose had her kissing it as if it were a break she could heal with her lips.

Anything else you’d like to add?
Yes, thanks for letting me do this interview. It’s been fun!