Author Margie Church visiting Me Today!
Hales: What do you find the most difficult to write? Dialogue? Back story? Emotion?
Author: Thanks for having me today, Hales. BTW, it was so fun to meet you in Las Vegas! To answer your question, back story is most difficult. It has to be woven into the narrative and dialog so that the reader doesn’t experience a “dump” and get thrown out of the story. I usually find myself writing one of those dumps early on – kind of my brain developing specific details. I end up cutting it out of the manuscript and putting it my character’s outline to sprinkle in as the story develops. And so I don’t forget!
Hales: Have you ever found that you didn’t like your Hero or your Heroine? If so, what did you do to change that?
Author: Funny you should ask that! Just yesterday a reader said they didn’t care for Reagan from WET that much. Truth be told, I don’t either! She’s a fickle bitch who can’t make up her mind and doesn’t seem to trust anyone, including herself. Her love life has become a disaster because of her idiot behavior. BUT, that’s how she is. At the end of the book, she has to make a decision. And in the sequel, Love Revisited: Reagan and Noah, you find out whether she’s grown a spine or lives up to her usual wimpy ways.
Hales: What genres do you write and what led you to write them?
Author: I’ve written contemporary heterosexual, gay, BDSM, paranormal (vamps and ghosts), and suspense so far. I what inspires me. The stories come into my head and I explore them for awhile before deciding whether they have merit. I don’t have a bunch of started and never finished books. My time is limited, so if I like the story, I write it. I will say I never expected to write a gay romance (Hard as Teak) and I wonder where all the kinky ideas came from in The 18th Floor), but apparently my muse was “finding herself.”
Hales: What has been the biggest challenge of your career?
Author: My career as a fiction writer has been quite short – only four years, but my career as a professional writer has been over 25. During all of that time – to this day, I’ve worked in male-dominated industries where women are few and far between. So, the biggest challenge of my writing career has been proving to men, on a regular basis, that I am as smart or smarter than they are and they need to listen to what I have to say. I frequently say that if I peed standing up, my life would have been a lot easier. Sometimes it is a fun challenge to turn around a man’s opinion of my credentials. Other times, it was extremely annoying. It is extremely annoying.
Hales: How have your techniques for character development changed since you’ve been writing? Is it still the same, or has it developed over time, if so how?
Author: With each book, I’ve learned I have a consistent weakness with one character or another. Readers say they really love one of the leads and the other is a bit distant, and usually call me on my bad. So, I’ve taken a few classes on character development, and also refined my process to include greater depth in the emotional triggers. I’m also looking for behaviors that define them more fully, such as an uneven gait, nervous habit, stuttering, and so forth. I’m also referring to those worksheets as I write so I’m able to see whether I’ve done a good job.
Hales: Do you have a book coming out?
Anyway, Hard as Teak is an erotic gay romance that has played in the top 100 at Amazon for over 90 days. The 18th Floor is an erotic BDSM romance. My newest, Nopeming Shores, is a sensual paranormal romance that includes custom-written, Japanese poetry. As you can see, each of these is quite different so when I said I write what inspires me, I meant it!
Blurb: The 18th Floor by Margie Church
Alexa Robbins is so consumed by her career, the only sex she has is listening to her nymphomaniac neighbors go at it. When Sebastian Law discovers her in the eighteenth floor conference room early one morning, the table becomes a pallet for making one of her fantasies come true. Will he enjoy her extensive repertoire?
On the outside, Sebastian appears a buttoned-up, well-dressed, techno geek. Inside, he’s a Dom with a hearty appetite for all types of carnal pleasures. He risks alienating Alexa by revealing his true nature, but he won’t keep the secret for long.
Together, they explore all the things that turn them on. And discover whether they’re a perfect match for life beyond the 18th Floor.
Content advisories: bi-racial m/f, m/m, BDSM, ménage, spanking, flogging, oral sex, anal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex in public places, phone sex.
The 18th Floor
By Margie Church
Alexa’s high heels clicking against the concrete created a sharp contrast to the muffled thump of Curt’s rubber-soled shoes the next morning. As usual, the security guard escorted her into the building at six-thirty.
Alexa pressed number eighteen on the elevator pad. “See you tomorrow, Curt.”
“Sure. Have a good one.” Grinning, he gave her a two-finger salute.
The door slid shut and began its ascent. She sipped her vanilla latte with its extra shot of espresso, hoping the highly caffeinated brew would kick-start her brain and her ambition. Stepping into the carpeted hallway on the eighteenth floor, Alexa noticed another familiar person. Sebastian Law. She chewed on her lip, thinking about the powerfully built, mocha-skinned man who made her want to do naughty things to him whenever their paths crossed. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to pay much attention to her.
Starting up an office romance wasn’t on her short list of wise career moves, but she’d spent plenty of time daydreaming about what was under the buttoned up exterior Sebastian cultivated with such care. Sebastian, or Sebi, his close friends called him, favored wearing dress slacks, long sleeved shirts, suspenders, and ties. The description was laughable until she saw how well he filled out his clothes. He walked the halls looking like a living GQ cover model five days a week. Tailored shirts clung to his broad-shouldered torso, and hinted of a well-toned body. And his ass looked so sweet. She was guilty as charged of frequently staring at his gorgeous rear as he walked down the hall. Some days it was all Alexa could do to keep from reaching out and caressing him as they passed in the hall.
Her nipples hardened thinking about the rest of his body. She guessed Sebastian was a few years older. As the company’s lead technology contractor, Sebi’s responsibilities matched his serious expression. But when he smiled . . . watching his lush lips part into a breathtaking grin distracted Alexa more times than she cared to admit. His mouth frequently became the object of her attention instead of the words he spoke. More than once, he’d had to repeat himself because of her lack of concentration.
Oh, I was concentrating all right—on what it would feel like to kiss you until you lost all your buttoned up control and fucked me right on the eighteenth floor conference table.
She reached the conference room at the conclusion of that thought. Her breath hitched in her throat. There won’t be anyone around for another hour. She’d been coming in early long enough to know.
Alexa couldn’t resist walking inside. The room temperature was much cooler than the hallway. She left the lights off and walked to the large oval table. Running her hand ran along the smooth top sent shivers up her spine.
What would mahogany feel like against my naked back?
The window blinds were wide open.
Anyone could watch us.
She closed her eyes and let the fantasy bloom in her sex-starved body until a groan left her lips and her pussy ached for relief.
The conference room light came on with an unnerving glare. Sebastian stood with his hand still poised over the switch.
Her face flamed.
“Are you okay? Why are you in here alone?”
She gulped, steadied her voice, and delivered a quick lie. “Good morning, Sebastian. I thought I saw a falling star.” She covered an imaginary yawn with the back of her hand. “I guess I got distracted. The sky is so clear.”
Sebastian turned off the lights and walked to her.
His masculine scent filled her nostrils. Oh shit, I so want to freaking jump him. Even her thoughts sounded like an ache. She trembled inside as he stood next to her observing the pre-dawn sky.
“It’s a shame to miss so many sunrises and sunsets because of your job, isn’t it?”
His mid-southern accent caressed her ear as surely as his tongue could.
Concern drew his eyebrows together. “Are you cold? You shivered.”
One more remark like that and Alexa was convinced she’d be able to crawl under the carpet and disappear. This was the first time they’d ever been alone and she was acting like a lovesick dolt.
She rubbed her arms for effect. “Maybe a little.”
“I don’t think we’ll see any more stars now. The sun has decided to make an appearance.” Sebi faced her. His eyes searched her face.
She focused on his lips. “You’re really handsome.” Did I just blurt that out? Dust particles in space were bigger than her ego at the moment.
He cleared his throat, and raised his expressive eyebrows. “Thanks. Does stargazing always make you so horny?”
“It’s not the stars. It’s you.” She held her breath, waiting for him to laugh or get angry at her bold declaration.
His fingers cupped her chin.
Alexa’s heart hammered in her chest while her libido pleaded for him to kiss her. She held his waist, curling her fingers in the crisp fabric above his belt.
“Did you think I hadn’t noticed how sexy you are?” His voice dripped with charm.
Her mons pressed against his zipper. The thin fabric strained against his swelling cock. The heat between her thighs simmered. She was soaking wet and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
She wrapped her fingers around his tie, drawing those sensual lips to hers.
Sebi kissed her possessively, not wasting precious minutes on teasing foreplay. He flexed his jaw to draw her tongue into his mouth.
Alexa was glad she’d been holding onto his shirt because her knees buckled. A moan formed deep in her throat and escaped. Her fingers dug into his ass cheeks, pressing him firmly against her as she dry fucked him like a wanton hussy.
Sebastian broke from the kiss.
Those hot lips she’d fantasized about worked their way down her neck. While he deftly unbuttoned her blouse, he kissed her nipples through her bra, biting and tugging the sensitive, lace-covered nubs.
Alexa unbuttoned his slacks and shoved them down.
His erection sprang free.
Her pussy responded by adding to the pool of wetness at the apex of her thighs.
They didn’t waste time on words. Other employees would arrive soon. Alexa reached for her purse and found her cache of condoms. While Sebastian slipped one on, Alexa took off her panties and dropped them into her oversized purse.
She caressed his balls. “I’m not wearing those the entire day. Every time you see me, you’ll know my pussy is bare and missing your gorgeous dick.”
A salacious grin covered his lips and rose into his dark eyes. “Don’t be surprised then, if you’re what I’m eating for lunch.”
Hopping onto the conference table, Alexa slid her skirt up around her waist. The chilly surface raised goose bumps on her bare ass. She crooked her finger at Sebi. “I want you right now. Sink your big, black cock into my tight pussy.”
A look of satisfaction came across his face as Sebi reached for her hips and moved Alexa into position. “I hope you can remember to contain your sounds.” He teased her with the head of his cock. “Most women have a difficult time keeping quiet when I’m fucking them. We can’t draw attention.”
The first sensations of penetration released a deep moan in her throat. Her demanding career hadn’t left Alexa much time to date on a regular basis. She had no idea how horny she’d become and how much she needed a good, hard fuck.
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