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Friday, April 28, 2017

Interview - Fire and Ice by Braden Quinn




Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.

Fire and Ice is a behind-the-scenes sneak peek at the erotic explorations of an NHLer and his hockey wife. My wife, Carly, and I decided to keep a journal of all of our sexual experiences since the start of last season, and eventually we sifted through the best ones and made them into this book. It was a lot of fun.

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

All of the scenes are based on actual events / sexual experiences. The names have been changed but it all happened. (I can’t believe my wife gave me the go-ahead with this).

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

Hockey, hockey, hockey (and if not doing anything hockey related: sex, sex, sex lol)

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

Game of Thrones would have been a goodie.

Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?

Maybe fantasy or a thriller.


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

Fire and Ice 2 is almost completed, it’s about my wife and I’s sexual adventures in Las Vegas. The sex stories are even crazier in this one.

What book are you reading now?

I don’t read a lot, mostly just The Hockey News, but I did finish Tales of a First-Round Nothing by Terry Ryan a little while ago. Great hockey book!

What is in your to read pile?

Shoot First, Pass Later: My Life, No Filter by Jeremy Roenick


Fire and Ice
Braden Quinn

Genre: Erotica

Publisher: Beyond the Moon Press

Date of Publication: April 1 2017

ASIN: B06XJR9M4T

Word Count: 16,000

Cover Artist: The Cover Collection

Tagline: Nothing is off limits

Book Description:

Ice by day and fire by night, that’s how I roll. In a crazy existence that’s driven by excessive amounts of money, hot women, and insatiable sexual thirst, I live the life of a rock star. This diary chronicles nine sexual encounters that would have never happened if I wasn’t one of the most well-known players in the best hockey league in the world.

My name is Braden Quinn, and I play for the New York Rangers. So, sit back, and enjoy my erotic memoir.

Excerpt:

 All I really want is a drink—a cold, freshly opened bottle of Stella, the bubbles rising to the top and into my parched mouth. As I wait for the bartender, across the room, I glimpse hints of pink lace as she bends down to retrieve her glass from the floor. When she stands back up, her micro-mini black dress barely covering the pert curves of her backside, her baby-blue eyes meet mine, and she grins knowingly. She locks in my attention as she walks over in her five-inch heels, keeping to the beat of the Weeknd track pumping from the DJ booth. I am spellbound. I don’t know her name or where she’s from. I hope she’s of age—even just barely will do.


As she gets nearer, her smile fades, and she looks to my left. I wonder if I misread the signals and if she was actually smiling at someone else. But then she stops just in front of me and turns around. I have no idea what’s going on, especially when I feel her soft hand touch mine. She runs her deliciously sharp nails up and down my hand, sending a tickle of excitement through me. I cup her hand, and she entwines her fingers through mine. I want—need—to feel her back against me to comfort my throbbing cock. I grab hold of her waist, her hand still in mine, and firmly pull her closer to me. As her butt presses like a cushion against me, she grinds a little, the top of her head tickling my chin. Then, taking me by surprise, she forcefully glides my unresisting hand down from the small of her lower back—where her straight, shimmering chestnut hair ends in wisps of loose waves—to her exposed smooth thigh. I forget my need for beer.

About the Author:

Braden Quinn is a Canadian professional ice hockey player who lives in New York City.

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