Please
share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.
I considered using another pen name for my
paranormal romance and urban fantasy books, because I’m known for writing
super-intense BDSM romance in my Safeword series and I’m not doing so in my
full length paranormal novels. However, I do venture to some dark places with
my vampires and shapeshifters, especially with the short stories in this
universe. In the end, I decided I’d never be able to keep up with two pen
names, so I’m careful with my warnings to let readers know what to expect.
Tell
us a little about your latest or upcoming release.
Bash should be the third book in my Rolling Thunder
Motorcycle Club series, but he’s kind of difficult, at times, and his story
turned into a trilogy. Each book will release a few weeks apart, and I’m so
excited to finally be able to share his story with everyone.
Are
you a mom?
Yes, I have two daughters — thirteen and ten. I
didn’t decide I wanted to be a mom until later in life, so I’m rapidly
approaching fifty while dealing with a teen and a preteen, but I wouldn’t
change a thing.
If
yes do you find it hard to juggle writing and parenting?
Yes, but my wonderful husband is a huge help. He
feeds them (and me) most days, and he kind of took over the kitchen — to the
extent I’m not allowed to load the dishwasher anymore because I apparently
don’t do it to his specifications. When I need undisturbed writing time, I
listen to classical music with headphones on and they all know not to bother me
unless the house is on fire, or some other equally big emergency.
Have
you ever based your book or characters on actual events or people from your own
life?
I base my stories around actual places, but the
people and events are fictional. I occasionally use specific things about a
character — Ethan from the Matte series organizes the dishwasher and is quite
anal about it, for instance.
In the Safeword series, I’ve experienced most of the
BDSM activities, so I suppose you can say that part is from experience as well,
but the stories themselves are pure fiction.
If
this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?
I have a whole lot of people wanting to know when
Abbott and Nathan will get their stories. I wrote Pride simply to give my readers a little more of Nathan, because it
will be a while before it’s time for his HEA.
As for what’s next, I’m plotting the next Only Human book and I hope my muse
cooperates to write it, because she really wants to write another RTMC book.
There are also two Chattanooga Supernaturals books trying to write themselves
in my head.
There are three series in the same universe, and readers
can choose whether to read one series, if that’s their specific genre, or all
three. For more information, readers can go to http://www.candaceblevins.com/kirsten-osheas-universe/
for a list of all the books in this universe, and the reading order if they
wish to read all three series.
Bash, Volume I
Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club
Book Three
Candace Blevins
Genre: Motorcycle Club,
Paranormal Romance, BDSM
Publisher: Excessica
Date of Publication: October 16, 2015
Number of pages: 425
Word Count: 63,000
Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone
Book Description:
What do you get when you mix a bad-ass werewolf biker with a beautiful she-wolf who grew up as the MC President’s daughter?
Sparks.
Book one of the Bash trilogy…
Angelica was raised not only as a biker’s daughter, but as Bud’s daughter — the president of the Atlanta RTMC, which meant she also had dozens of ‘uncles’ who made sure she was safe, happy, loved, secure.
Needless to say, her virginity was still solidly intact when she left for college.
She goes to school up north, where no one knows she’s a biker’s daughter at heart, and thoroughly enjoys her time as a civilian. She gets rid of her pesky virginity right away, but is mostly a good girl while she buckles down to get her degree, staying at school even during the summers to take as many classes as she can fit in.
She’s a different person when she comes home with her Master’s degree, and in spite of her intention to remain a civilian, some of the bikers don’t seem so much like uncles, anymore.
Warning: Lots of hot sex, a touch of BDSM, and an abundance of bad-ass werewolf bikers who are used to getting their way.
This is book one of a three book story. There’s a tiny cliffhanger at the end, but only three weeks until book two releases.
Excerpt:
Chapter Two
Eight years ago
Angelica
Kayla met me in
the bathroom after last period, and watched as I changed out of my super tiny
mini-skirt into jeans. God, if my dad saw me in this skirt he’d have an
aneurism.
“I can’t believe
you lost Brain. God, Ang, he’s the best biker-bitch you’ve had yet.”
Speaking of
aneurisms, my dad nearly had one when he found out Kayla called me Ang. He
calls me Angel, but says no one else is allowed to shorten my name. One of the
reasons I love Kayla is she isn’t afraid of my dad, or any of the other bikers,
and she just kept calling me what she wanted.
I shrugged as I
buttoned my jeans and stowed the skirt in my backpack. “I got one of the new
guys, I’ve only met him a couple of times. He looks like he’s pissed at the
world, and I seriously doubt he’s going to be any fucking help at all with my
calculus or chemistry homework.”
“He have a cool
name?” she asked as we left the bathroom.
“Bash, and best
I can tell, it isn’t ‘cause he’s bashful. And damn, the boy is beautiful.” And
he’d be so fucking pissed if he knew I’d called him a boy.
“How you gonna
break him in?”
I shook my head.
“Haven’t decided. He’s actually kinda scary, even for one of my dad’s men.
Also, I don’t think he’s that much older than us. I know when he first came, he
couldn’t have even the prospect patch yet, ’cause he wasn’t old enough. They
treated him like one, which had to suck, but he didn’t get his first patch
until a few weeks ago, so I think he just turned eighteen.”
“You know his
story?”
I shook my head.
“He has a fucked up accent though. He isn’t from around here.”
Kayla showed the
assistant principal the note from her mom saying she could ride home with me,
and he waved us to the RTMC vehicle waiting in the car line.
I got into the
front passenger seat and settled my backpack at my feet as I put my seatbelt on
and told him, “Bash, meet Kayla. She’s my BFF and you’re her ride now, too. Not
just mine.”
He breathed
deep, and I assumed he’d just realized she’s human and not wolf, and I added,
“We have a problem, you take care of her first, then me. I can handle myself a
few minutes, but she isn’t a fighter. Get me?”
He pulled
forward and glanced in his rear view mirror at Kayla before looking forward
again. “My orders are to keep you safe, Princess.”
I sighed and
leaned my head back, looking at the road instead of him. “Those are your orders
from my dad. Thing is, I can make your life a living hell if I want, or I can
help make this a cushy assignment until you get your patch. I’ve grown up in
the club, I know the drill. When Kayla and I became best friends in the fourth
grade, our dads had a talk. Their agreement was she’d come to the house, but
never to the club, and there’d be no parties at our house when she’s over. She
hasn’t been around ya’ll much at all. Her parents have met my prospect
chauffeurs over the years, and they’re mostly chilled about it now, but they’ll
need to meet you sometime this week.”
“Basically,”
Kayla said from the backseat, “you’re our bitch now. You’re our ride when we
need one, and you go get stuff we need, even if it’s tampons at two in the
morning. You’ll carry our packages for us when we go shopping at the mall, and
if we ask if our ass looks fat when we try on clothes, you’ll be honest and
tell it to us straight from a guy’s perspective.”
“And not,” I
added, my voice low and deep, “from my father’s viewpoint.” I held my wolf in,
so I didn’t growl at him in front of Kayla. “I know you’re supposed to
cock-block us, but I also know you can’t actually hurt any of the guys.” He
held his hand up, thinking he could silence me, and I said, “Fuck you, asshole.
I’ll talk when I fuckin’ want to.”
He pulled into a
church parking lot, put the SUV into park, tossed his cellphone into the little
compartment in the dash, and got out.
Bash might only
be eighteen, but he wasn’t a boy. He paced like a caged animal and I realized
he was on the edge. This wasn’t a wolf thing, though — it was something else.
He moved with a lethal, fluid grace that set something inside me on fire, and I
didn’t get out of the vehicle, knowing he’d smell it on me.
I’d had a crush
on my prospect when I was twelve, and my dad had given me someone else and then
hadn’t assigned anyone else who was my type, since. Brain had truly been like a
big brother to me. I mean, I knew he was dangerous, all the men of the RTMC
are, but to me, they mean safety. I’m their little sister, the president’s
daughter, and they’ll all protect me with their life.
I instinctively
knew Bash didn’t necessarily represent safety for me, though.
With his back to
me, he said, “Out of the car, Princess. You and I need to have a talk without
your friend hearing.”
My insides shook
from the threat of violence in his voice, and I didn’t want to get out of the
car. I reminded myself he couldn’t hurt me without risking my dad’s wrath, and
felt my body chilling out. I couldn’t go outside smelling of fear — he’d eat me
alive.
I heard him with
my wolf hearing, but Kayla wouldn’t have a clue he’d spoken. I sighed and told
her, “Stay here a sec. Maybe we pushed him too hard? I’m gonna go talk to him.”
“He’s kind of
scary, Ang.”
“My dad wouldn’t
have assigned someone who’d hurt us, Kayla. I’ll just go talk to him a second.
It’ll be okay.”
As I got out of
the car, I suddenly wasn’t so sure my dad wouldn’t have upped his game with my
prospects. He and my mom had a huge argument last week, but she convinced him
it was time he let me start double-dating with an early curfew. She’d
successfully argued they had to let me take baby-steps and learn responsibility
slowly, or I’d go wild when I went off to college without him around to
supervise my every move. He’d finally agreed to it, but only if my prospect
tagged along. It was more than I’d hoped for, but at the time I’d thought it’d
be Brain.
As I got out,
Bash said, “Leave your cellphone — and anything else with a battery — in the
car.”
This was
standard RTMC procedure when we wanted to make sure we weren’t recorded.
Apparently, he was gonna say stuff my dad wouldn’t approve of. I tossed my
phone onto the dashboard, turned the radio up a little, and told Kayla, “I’ll
be back in a minute.”
I followed him
off the parking lot pavement into grass, assuring myself all the while that my
dad wouldn’t have sent someone likely to hurt me. Still, Bash was harsher than
the other guys my dad had assigned me, and I needed to be careful with my
strategy. As soon as I caught up to him, he said, “Here’s the way it’s gonna
be, Princess. I may not be able to bash any of your boy-toys’ heads in with
witnesses around, but that don’t mean I can’t do it later. You want ‘em to
live? You make sure they stay on my good side. Nobody disrespects someone in
the RTMC, not even a prospect.” His voice deepened, and I heard his wolf.
“Second thing, is you may be under RTMC protection, but you’re a split tail,
and that means you do what you’re told. You want me to show you respect? You
show it to me. I’ll throw your words right back at ya — we can either get
along, or not. I don’t give a flying fuck which you choose, Princess. You think
you can make my life hell? You have no idea what I can do to yours.”
Yeah, this I
could work with. I gave him a half smile and shrugged one shoulder. “Take a
deep breath, Bash. You smell any fear comin’ off me?”
He took a whiff,
shook his head, his eyes suddenly a touch uncertain.
“My dad stopped
assigning me guys I could walk all over when I was about eight. He’s
miscalculated a few times, though he quickly gave me someone new once he
figured it out. So, I can’t boss you around — okay, I get it.” I offered my
hand. “Truce?”
He shook his
head. “No, Princess. No truce just yet. Let’s give it a couple of days, see
where we stand then.”
About the Author:
Candace Blevins is a southern girl who loves to travel the world. She lives with her husband of 17 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.
Candace writes BDSM Romance, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, and is currently writing a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series.
Her Safeword Series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each book in the Safeword series highlights a couple with a different BDSM issue to resolve.
Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, as well as a variety of other mythological beings exist.
Candace's two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.
You can visit Candace on the web at candaceblevins.com and feel free to friend her on Facebook at facebook.com/candacesblevins and Goodreads at goodreads.com/CandaceBlevins.
You can also join facebook.com/groups/CandacesKinksters to get sneak peeks into what she's writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy blurb.
Stay up to date on Candace’s newest releases, and get exclusive excerpts by joining her mailing list!
No comments:
Post a Comment