Saturday, October 17, 2009

Sylvie Kaye

Please help me welcome, The Wild Rose Press author, Sylvie Kaye.
What is the most challenging part of writing the relationship dynamics of your characters? Keeping them apart. I’m a romantic at heart and want the characters to live happily-ever-after as soon as they find each other. They are fiercely attracted and will find a way to be together, but keeping them from discovering this too soon is the challenge.
What is the first element of the character that comes clear to you? Love makes the world go round. So who, what, and why they love is clear upfront.
Would you describe a typical working/writing day? What routines or rituals do you observe to get your writing done? I’m not very disciplined. I write when I have time, when ideas come (usually in the middle of the night) and if I have to. I tend to rewrite until a chapter’s polished before I can move on to the next. In the next draft lots of times I cut it or rework it again. My best trick to get writing done is to self-impose a deadline. I wish I could write faster. As a writer, what's the most difficult part of the process for you? The creating? The editing? The submitting? Writing is hard. Every stage of it—the creating, the editing, the submitting . I try to stretch with every book in some way, either plot, POV, motivation. Between online workshops, and writers’ tips, and books on the writing craft, I’m learning constantly and hopefully improving.
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest release? Can’t ignore the internal editor, can we! I never read my stories once they’re in print for that reason. I’d probably want to make changes in the actual mechanics of the storytelling, but never the characters. I love all my characters.
What do you most enjoy reading? Authors…anything Sandra Brown has written! She’s phenomenal. I want to come back as her in my next life…lol! Genres…my reading is eclectic. I like both contemporary and historical romances, suspense, thrillers, mysteries, mainstream fiction, personal improvement and inspirational books, biographies. I wish I could read faster.
Is it difficult to keep the ideas fresh from story to story? Any tips or insights for upping the freshness factor? Ideas are all around. Watching and listening are the biggest tips. Eavesdropping on conversations, people watching and imagining their scenarios, news articles, relatives and friends—yours and those of your friends—acquaintances, fiancés, wives, and husbands of the people you know and their ex friends, fiancés, wives, husbands. You get the gist. Put your own twist on any of those and you’ve got an idea!
Now Sylvie would like to share a sexy excerpt from Her Maine Man

One weekend a year to bare your soul and your passion. He couldn’t believe the sweet deal she was offering. No commitment, just pure release. A deathbed promise takes Jon from his consulting desk to a remote island in Maine, where he becomes entangled with one of the loose ends. As one of the island’s first family and a target for scandal, Maddie longs to share her body and her secrets. The sexy, visiting consultant seems perfect for a clandestine, once-a-year affair—until once isn’t enough. HER MAINE MAN © Copyright, Sylvie Kaye Unedited Excerpt He leaned her up against a fairly clean sink, by mens room’s standards, and hugged her tight as he kissed her. Their lips touched like dynamite. “Hurry,” she whispered through the explosion. He kissed her harder and faster, but couldn’t pull away regardless how much she wanted him to hurry. She tasted so mind-bendingly delicious. Her body curved into his, fitting him like a glove. Her breasts crushed against his chest, sending jolts of passion to his groin, while her crotch cradled his in the most enticing manner. Blood rushed to both of his heads. His brain throbbed and his cock swelled. “Hurry,” her gravelly whisper instructed him while she yanked his shirttails from his waistband. Could she want him to hurry and do what he thought she wanted him to do? What his dick begged him to do. “Maddie, hunee,” he murmured against her lips, awaiting further instructions. He didn’t want to scare her off if she didn’t mean for him to hurry with more than the lingering kiss. “Tkdwnyrpantz,” she mumbled into his mouth. Did she just tell him to take down his pants? She must have. She was fumbling for his fly. He helped her out by unzipping, while she hiked up her pretty purple skirt. “Hurry up,” she coached yet again. Yes, she wanted what he wanted all right, and his erection did a happy dance. When he hitched her buns higher on the slick porcelain sink, liquid soap splurted over his wrist and her back, but she didn’t seem to notice. She grabbed at his butt and pulled him closer, her arm squirting more sterile hand soap around, while her fingers tightened their grip on his ass. His cock bumped against her moist heat, but her panty-covered crotch denied him entrance “Wait.” He fumbled for quarters and plunked them into the condom machine. “Convenient, huh?” She laughed deep in her throat, but as soon as he was protected, her mouth became demanding. “Now.” He shoved the crotch of her silky panties aside and entered her. She felt so damn good. She was tight and wet and torturously in a hurry when he desired to go at it slow. Enjoy every twitch of her muscles and tremor of her flesh. “Faster.” The woman wasn’t shy with her directives. But he didn’t care. He was in control of the action. He braced his hand against the chrome hand dryer so he had better mastery of his hips as he drove into her slickness with a steady, rocking rhythm. A blast of hot air shot at him, but it didn’t stop him. He figured he wouldn’t be here long enough for third degree burns. His other hand he butted against the mirror for additional support. If they got busted for performing indecent acts in a public restroom his fingerprints would be all over the place. “Faster,” she gasped, digging her fingers into his back while her kickass sneakers urged his butt on. Between her cries to speed things along and the hot dryer burning the palm of his hand, taking her slow and easy didn't seem much of an option. His desire to give her whatever she needed along with his fear of her changing her mind about meeting next year urged him on further and faster. He pumped his hips for all he was worth.Closing her eyes, she tossed her head back. He dropped his forehead onto her sternum, driving hard and quick. She moaned louder and then lower and panted for air. Her fingers no longer grated his back, but massaged it lightly. Her whopper sneakers stopped smacking his behind. She was done. So he went for the mother lode and unloaded with two more pumps. “Very convenient,” she said afterward when he unpeeled the latex and flushed it down the commode next to the sink. She swiped at his penis with some toilet tissue, then zipped him up.

Sylvie has just signed a new book with TWRP, Loving Jilly, here is your first sneak peak.

Jilly is a New Orleans daycare aide by day and by night an errand-running caregiver to the three quirky aunts who raised her. What Jilly doesn’t have time for is a man who wants more than she can spare. When she hires a soulful carpenter who’s willing to take his time, he fixes more than she bargains for.

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  1. Thanks for everything, Tonya!!


  2. Tonya! I've been so caught up with the Muse Conference that I need to catch up with everyone!

    This blog looks fantastic! I hope you did well in the contest. Email me and let me know...

  3. Thank you Sylvie for the opportunity to read two of your books and review them. Also thanks for being a guest on my blog. I really enjoyed having you here and learning more about you. I cannot wait until your new release.

    Hi Kaye thanks for dropping in. I'll contact you through email later.