Wicked Wenesday: Reece Herring brings a little Paranormal to the wicked table today!

Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! Today we have Paranormal Romance author Reece Herring dishing about her writing process, ultimate fantasy in six words, and about her re-release of Soar Into Ecstasy. She's also agreed to give a copy of Soar away to one lucky commenter! Just leave your name and email addy in the comment section and you're entered to win.

Let's get started!

RR: Tell us a little about Soar Into Ecstasy.

RH: I don’t like to give too much away that’s not in the blurb or excerpts but let’s just say when you put a devout priestess and a winged haughty hottie together- sparks aren’t the only thing that can fly : )

RR: What was your inspiration for this story?

RH: Well as it happens I had just watched the new Superman with Brandon Routh and it got my mind flittering down erotic pathways of aerial sex-capades and once I had that seared into my brain the story came together in no time at all lol

RR: Is there a message in your book that you want readers to grasp or was it written for the purpose of pure naughty enjoyment?

RH: Well if I looked deeply I suppose I could find a hidden message about religion or not judging a person based on first impressions but really I just wrote it for the naughty fun of it : )

RR: Describe your writing process?

RH: I wouldn’t say I have a great process. I always end up having to do a lot of edits because I tend to rush my first draft and sometimes don’t think the plot through enough, but luckily I have a several good friends who can spot those flaws and make me put the time needed into the story . If only I could write perfectly the FIRST time lol

RR: How long have you been writing?

RH: I’ve been writing poems since I was a kid and sometime in my twenties I dabbled with a novel but not until 5 years ago did I start taking writing seriously.

RR: Are there any authors you would name as influences?

RH: I’ve read tons of fantasy, so Terry Brooks and David Eddings are long time influences, but I’ve also read Jane Eyre more times then I count, it’s one of the earliest and mostly likely strongest influences for me in romance. Really there are too many to count since any author whose work I relish, inspires me.

RR: What led you to the Paranormal Romance genre?

RH: I’ve always read fantasy and romance, for me the two clicked together and I find I get the best of both worlds with that combo.

RR: Are you currently working on anything deliciously wicked?

RH: I’ve had several in the works for a while but which one will demand its completion first I couldn’t say lol

RR: You've got six key words to describe your own wicked fantasy. What are these six words?

RH: Kevin Smith(from Xena…I know he’s gone but it’s my fantasy right?) Jason Momoa, Naked, Mount Olympus, strawberry margaritas and multiple orgasms!

RR: Sleepwear: Nude of PJ's?

RH: Nude whenever possible

RR: Sweet & chocolaty, or salty & crunchy?

RH: Sweet and chocolaty

RR: Hugh Jackman or Brad Pitt?

RH: Hugh Jackman every time

RR: What is your all-time favorite "get you in the mood" song?

RH: Solomon Burk “Cry to Me” from the dirty dancing soundtrack

RR: Can you share a wicked excerpt with us today? (the naughtier, the better! *wink*)

Excerpt

“Do not test me, Woman! What place is this you have brought me to?”

“The Woodland Temple,” she said, her voice wavering.

“Of which God or Goddess?” he demanded.

“Teavana.” she murmured.

In a flash of wings and molten limbs, she was pinned forcefully against the wall, preventing any escape from his fury. Her fear and excitement was instantly fueled by his sudden violence.

“You brought me inside the temple of the Goddess Teavana?” He shoved her against the wall once again. “Me, the anointed of Euphrosyn, inside the temple of another Goddess? Have you any idea what you’ve done?” he asked enraged.

“I saved your life, which you seem not to appreciate.” She flared, a surge of anger burning up all fear.

“You are hurting me. Release me. Now.” She tried to push him away, and was alarmed to see, even in his weakened state, she moved him not at all.

“You do not command me, Woman. No one commands me now, for I no longer have any honor. So, as you have taken my honor, perhaps I shall take yours.” He thrust his hand into her hair, pulling her head back as he plundered her mouth. He drank of her sweet essence and, pulling her tighter to him, he pushed her robes aside, baring the generous expanse of her pale breasts…

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