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Monday, December 8, 2014

Interview and Giveaway Raven Takes a Pearl by Sharon Lynn Fisher




Please share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.

I’m a science fiction romance author for Tor Books (GHOST PLANET, THE OPHELIA PROPHECY, and ECHO 8). Early this year I decided I’d like to indie publish some of my work, so I started my erotica series Fantasies in Color and have been publishing it with the help of my literary agency, Writers House.
In my other job I’m editorial director for (and partner in) an interactive romance and erotica publisher, SilkWords. We publish Pick Your Path and Reader Vote stories.

Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.

RAVEN TAKES A PEARL is a steampunk erotica novelette. The main character is a young woman named Pearl who sets out to find her mother’s prized possession, which she believes has been stolen by the mysterious Master Raven. But Master Raven isn’t quite what he seems, and the quest becomes more about Pearl herself.

Are you a mom? If yes do you find it hard to juggle writing and parenting?

Yes, I am, and yes I do! I have an 8-year-old of my own, and a 5-year-old stepdaughter. And like many writers, I have two jobs on TOP of being a mom. The girls are with their other parent half the time, but I still always feel behind. It’s a state I pretty much have to accept. Yoga and meditation make it easier.

Have you ever based your book or characters on actual events or people from your own life?

I haven’t, no. But I do see parts of myself in all my heroines. My debut novel GHOST PLANET has a heroine who resembles me physically. The first draft of that novel was written during a difficult time, and I sort of escaped — even experienced some healing — by living vicariously through her.

When you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?

I’m an outdoors gal, and my partner is outdoorsy as well. I love to hike and mountain bike and rock climb. But I also love snuggling by the fire with a book. I wish I had more time to do all of these things!

I also love cupcakes, and consider it a tragedy that they aren’t good for you.
Aaaand I have this thing about gingers. My partner and his daughter are gingers. One of my best pals is a ginger. My cat’s even a ginger. If I’m not careful my characters all end up ginger.

Which romance book or series (or other genre, if you don’t write romance) do you wish you had written?

OUTLANDER, I think. With a few exceptions I’m not much of a series reader, so I’ve only ever read the first book in that one. But I LOVE that book. Such a great blend of action and romance and gorgeous historical setting. (And it has a ginger!)


If this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?

Each story in this series is a sort of fantasy vignette. The new one I’ve started features a dragon-riding captain of the guard as the heroine. I’ve got a kelpie in mind for the next one. I think. I sort of start these things on a whim so we’ll see what happens!

What is next for you? Do you have any scheduled upcoming releases or works in progress?

More Fantasies in Color stories, and also I have a full-length sci-fi romance, ECHO 8, coming out Feb. 3 (Tor Books). ECHO 8 is a sci-fi, suspense, paranormal, romance mash-up and was a 2011 RWA Golden Heart finalist.

What book are you reading now?

I’ve been asked by a writing colleague (Donna Frelick) for a cover quote for her upcoming indie release, UNCHAINED MEMORY, also a sci-fi romance. So I’m reading that!





Raven Takes a Pearl
Fantasies in Color
Book Two
Sharon Lynn Fisher

Genre: Steampunk Erotica (BDSM)

Publisher: West 26th Street Press
Date of Publication: Oct. 29, 2014

ISBN:
ASIN: B00P1INX9G

Number of pages: 45
Word Count: 12,000

Cover Artist: Rafido

Book Description:

Second novelette in the Fantasies in Color series by RWA RITA-nominated author Sharon Lynn Fisher ...

Pearl knows it was Raven who stole her mama's heart -- a beautiful quartz stone given to her by Pearl's father right before he died. She sets off alone to the crow-man's keep determined to bring back the stone, but she's caught by a servant and taken to the tower.

The dark-winged ruler of the keep isn't at all what she imagined, and he isn't about to let Pearl go before unlocking all her mysteries -- mysteries she never dreamed her body possessed.

Available for $2.99 at Amazon

Available for $1.99 at AerBook

Excerpt:THE PUZZLE BOX

We pass through a corridor lit by more of the strange lamps, most notably an octopus with an arm span of a dozen feet and a large green light bulb for a head. A clock is mounted just under the bulb, and as it strikes the hour, the arms begin to adjust their position along the wall, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of grinding gears.
Wilkes catches me eyeing it and says, “Master makes them all himself.”
“Who is ‘Master’?” I reply, fear sharpening the edges of my voice. “Where does he come from? Who made him like that?”
“Same as makes us all, Pearl. The Maker.”
“You mean to say he was born like that?” 
“Are any of us as we were when we first separated from our mothers’ bodies?”
This sounds like something my pa would say, and is not at all the sort of chat I want to have right now.
“What makes him do it?” I demand. “Why does he steal things?”
“Master Raven acquires objects for his inventions. Cast-off things, or things the owner will not long miss.”
“Ha,” I grunt, “and what would a silly old crow-man who has no use for other living souls know about that?”
 Wilkes follows me down the corridor, so he can’t see it’s not only anger that’s choking me up. But also I can’t see what he thinks of my answer.
At the end of the corridor we climb a dizzying number of steps that wind upward like a corkscrew. We rise up through a hole in the floor into the “workshop.”
Workbenches line the walls, and every surface is covered with what look like machines in various states of repair or assembly. There are heaps of “acquired” objects up here as well, and I steal a quick look around the room for Ma’s stone.
The tower has but one large window fitted with amber-tinted panes, so it’s only moderately brighter than the rooms below. More lamps range around the perimeter, but these mostly use clear light bulbs so it feels less like being in a submersible — or at least what I’d imagine a submersible to feel like. Near the window is a tall easel holding a stack of parchment. Symbols and numbers and diagrams have been scratched over almost every inch of the first sheet. I notice now that many sheets, similarly scrawled upon, have been hung along the walls. Some of the diagrams seem to be carefully labeled drawings of Raven himself.
“Here, Wilkes,” he calls, and Wilkes takes me by the arm and leads me over to the easel. Next to it is a sort of stand, shaped like an X, with a system of straps and buckles.
I jump as the manservant pushes me toward the stand, and the moment my back touches it I begin to fight him in earnest.
“What are you doing?” I demand, shoving at his chest.
Wilkes doesn’t reply, but he uses his body to seal me against the stand. His eyes bore into mine, transmitting something hot and alive, as he raises my arms over my head.
Raven joins us, and I cry out as he fits leather cuffs over my wrists and ankles.
“Leave us,” orders Raven.
As Wilkes withdraws, Raven steps back, cradles his elbow in one hand, and props his head on the other, watching me.
“What do you want from me?” I shout, straining against the cuffs.
His brow furrows as his eyes move over me. I’m not sure he’s heard me.
“Master Raven!” I insist.
He drops his arms and moves to stand directly in front of me. We regard each other, my heart vibrating my chest, and I become aware that the fear that grips me is changing — in a way I don’t understand well enough to explain to anyone, including myself.
My heart still hammers. My breaths come faster. I am afraid. But something warm and velvet is awake and moving low in my belly.
Raven reaches for a lever and tugs it gently. The X-stand tilts backward, angling my body.
He draws nearer, reaching a gloved hand to the top fastening of my corset. I gasp as he runs a finger from the hook, along the ridge of the corset, tip grazing the soft, rounded flesh above. His finger passes back and forth, my breath increasing with his momentum, until finally his fingertip stops just above my nipple. He presses into the soft flesh and then suddenly tugs upward.
My nipple pops free of the corset. Heat builds between my legs and my mouth waters. He meets my gaze, and my lips part, short puffs of breath moving in and out. His fingertip slides down, and with the soft leather of his glove he begins to slowly rub.
“I … Master … ”
He ducks his head closer, positioning the magnifying device over his eye and focusing it over my nipple. I feel the cold metal of its tip pressing against me, surrounding the small red flower.
“Hold very still,” he says, and I try to stop breathing. But it’s not possible.



About the Author:

An RWA RITA Award finalist and a three-time RWA Golden Heart Award finalist, Sharon Lynn Fisher writes stories for the geeky at heart — meaty mash-ups of sci-fi, suspense, and romance, with no apology for the latter. She lives where it rains nine months of the year. And she has a strange obsession with gingers (down to her freaky orange cat). In addition to her erotica stories, she’s authored three science fiction romance novels for Tor Books: Ghost Planet (2012), The Ophelia Prophecy (2014), and Echo 8 (2015).

Visit her at www.sharonlynnfisher.com  








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