Please welcome Avril Ashton who is in the hot seat here today.
First of all, please would you introduce yourself to anyone lurking here?
A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant spousal equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing the plot points of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother.
Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.
Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance for Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing, eXtasy Books, Secret Cravings Publishing and Total-e-Bound.
What made you decide to start writing?
I’ve always wanted to write, did so in school, but I only decided to do it seriously in the summer of ’09. It was time.
What genre(s) do you write and how did you get into it/them?
I write erotic romance, GLBT and Interracial. It’s a natural fit for me since that’s what I read.
What do you think makes for a good hero and/or heroine?
A good back story. Great motivation. Damaged characters are more gripping, more interesting, more compelling.
Which do you find easier to write: series or standalone stories?
It’s hard to write standalones. For some reason very supporting character who comes on screen wanted their own story told. It’s hard for me to quiet the voices all calling for their own chance at happy.
Do you write your stories in order from start to finish or do you write out of order?
Start to finish. I’m a pantser and I find that I can’t move the story along if A doesn’t lead to B which then takes us to C. I write linear.
Where do you get your ideas from?
Anywhere. Everywhere. Anything at all can spark an idea.
How do you keep disciplined in your writing?
I’m not sure I’m disciplined. I just sit at my desk every day, at the same time, and write. It’s what makes me happy, what brings me joy and fulfilment so it’s no hardship to plant my butt in the chair and dive in.
How did you get into male/male romances? What do you like about writing them?
I love reading them, love the dynamic between two strong-willed men, especially two alpha males. It’s refreshing to not have to worry about them being too rough. And I also like that men aren’t really talkative creatures, they let their actions speak. That’s sexy.
If you also write male/female romances, which do you find easier to write?
I can’t say either is easier. They each have their challenges and I approach them differently.
Despite the growing market for same sex romances, it is still a long way from being mainstream. Do you see a time when they make it to the bestseller lists?
Fingers crossed they will, and soon. It’s only a matter of time before the New York markets pounce on m/m romance as it grows ever popular and drives sales.
There seems to be some controversy about heterosexual women writing male/male romances, and whether they should or not. Have you encountered this and what is your opinion on the matter?
I don’t really care who writes my m/m. Gender isn’t a requirement. Someone who loves what they write and gives me an awesome story is the only thing that should be required. It’s a non-issue with me.
What do you like to do to relax when you aren’t writing?
Music. Books. TV and hanging with the family. I’m a homebody.
What is your favourite genre to read?
Anything erotic with great conflict and complex characters.
Do you enjoy films and/or TV shows? Which are your favourites?
I don’t watch too much movies. I like TV and I’m a fan of Criminal Minds, Arrow, and Covert Affairs. Love police procedurals.
What are you working on at the moment, and what are we likely to see from you in the coming months?
I’m on a self-imposed time-out from writing. It’s probably gonna last about a week or so. I recently finished three books back to back, so it’s time for a rest. Up next is a m/f short I owe one of my publishers for, it seems like, forever now. In the coming months I have Coming Undone, a m/f novella releasing sometime in July with Evernight Publishing, Bedroom Bully, another m/f with Evernight, is slated for an August release. In September, Till Mercy, book three in my Paranormal Security Council series, releases with Total E Bound, and book four in the Brooklyn Sinners series, Sinner’s Fall should also be out some time in September. In the meantime, I’ll be writing up a storm.
Please tell us about your latest book.
A Sinner Born
Book three in the Brooklyn Sinners series.
One man buried in secrets. Another still grieving the love he lost. Their worlds collide in a battle between memories, old and new, while trust hangs by a fragile thread.
Syren Rua is at war. He battles painful childhood demons and his intense need for the first person who makes him feel. As Faro, Syren makes deals with the worst while taking the steps necessary to bring his family’s killer to justice. He isn’t one to indulge in selfish needs, but he’ll make the time in this instance. Syren has been watching Kane Ashby, craving the grieving man for his own. He’s always stayed away from temptation, but that’s about to change.
Kane isn’t over the death of his long-time partner. He’s certainly not ready for a relationship, sexual or otherwise, but Syren isn’t a man who takes no for an answer. The unpredictable Syren offers nothing but secrets and brings with him memories so dark, they could wipe out any chance the two might ever have. Syren brings Kane’s heart back to life. But it is also Syren who could inflict the most damage.
Inside Scoop: One of our heroes has a panty fetish. And it’s hot. This book also contains brief references to rape and child abuse.
A Romantica® gay/lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Faro stood at the entrance with a phone to his ear, dressed in a dark tailored suit with a shirt almost matching his hair color, one hand in his pocket.
Jesus. Kane stared at him as their gazes met and locked. The left corner of Faro’s mouth tipped up and he ended the call, shoving the phone into his pocket as he strode across the floor and up to Kane.
Trouble. He’d been trained to recognize and stop it, so Kane knew in his gut trouble headed his way. Problem was, he wasn’t sure if he should duck for cover or embrace it with open arms.
The women’s whispers grew louder and Kane shot them a death glare. They moved away, but not before the taller of the two, a skinny dark-haired thirty-something, flashed him a knowing wink.
Damn it. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured under his breath.
“Not just yet.” Faro sidled up next to him and turned his gaze to the painting on the wall. “Why this place?” His voice was low, intimate in the quiet of the museum.
Kane didn’t like it, the way Faro’s tone made him want to shift closer, lean into him to catch his words.
“This is neutral territory,” he answered.
Faro grunted. “Familiar.”
He acknowledged the truth with a nod Faro couldn’t see. “That too.”
They stood in silence, Faro’s gaze intently taking in Sunsetand Kane doing his damndest not to be aware of the man next to him. He was stunning, his features delicate to the point of feminine, his stature and slender build belying a strength Kane had long recognized in his stance, in his eyes, in his voice.
“Why am I here again?”
“Answers.” Kane cleared his throat and looked around. “I’ve asked before and I’m asking again, who are you and what do you want?”
A throaty laugh drifted to his ears as Faro shifted closer, his warmth right there for the basking in. “You know who I am.”
“I don’t.” Frustration sharpened Kane’s words. “My brother-in-law says I can trust you. He says he does.”
He caught Faro’s nod in his periphery.
“He and I go way back. I watched him change for your brother.”
A muscle ticked in Kane’s temple. “You know my brother?”
Faro glanced at him, the brief interaction enough to make Kane want to be someplace else, anywhere but where he was.
“Gabe and I, we have our moments. I had dinner with him and Rafe a few weeks ago.” Syren grinned with his gaze straight ahead. “Gabe likes to pretend he doesn’t like me, but I know he does.”
“What do you want?” Faro didn’t answer for a long while and Kane gave in to the need to move. He took a step back. Then another. He exited the gallery and made a left in the corridor. The woman behind the desk met his gaze then flashed a forced smile to the two women from earlier. He needed to leave, get away. Balling his hands into fists, Kane spun away and strode to the door leading to the front courtyard.
He didn’t hear Faro approach but he blinked and the other man was there, in stride with him as he ran down the museum steps. He didn’t know why and he didn’t care, but his head, his instincts were yelling at him to get far, far away from Faro.
A hand closed over his as he grasped his car door. Kane froze and stared down at the only place they were joined, his skin tanned and Faro’s pale, unblemished. Soft, but hot, branding him right there, in broad daylight.
“You asked me a question.” Faro spoke from his right side and Kane swung his attention to the left, he didn’t want to look into the smaller man’s eyes.
“Forget it,” he rasped. “Forget this, it was a bad idea.” He tugged his hand but Faro held firm. Kane dropped his gaze again, fascination getting the better of him. He was bigger, stronger, if he chose to he could free himself, but that touch was like a warm blanket he wasn’t even aware he needed until he found himself all wrapped up in it.
Where can we find you and your books on the web?
Friend Avril on: http://www.facebook.com/writeravrilashton
Amazon Link: https://www.amazon.com/author/avrilashton