On creating a very powerful set of emotions as a writer you strive to create a scene in which you drive the reader to a point of raw feelings. You also hope that the words you’re splashing across a page is so emotive they remember something from their past or perhaps a fantasy. If you can give them a laugh then you know you’ve created a scene light enough they are happy with joy or simply allowed to feel a bit of frivolity. I think as authors we all strive to create that perfect setting in which the reader is so drawn into the story they are taken to the foreign land or a beach setting in which every sexy cabana boy is doling out drinks.
What if the piece you’re writing is so dark, perhaps completely dangerous and not only is the reader drawn into a haunting world but the author is? What if you weep when you’re penning a section and you honestly can barely breath when you conclude your part or hit “The End”? For me that’s when I know I’ve done my job as a writer. But I have to tell you, there are some pieces so raw with powerful emotions I honestly can’t control the way my body reacts. Yes, it does happen. Sometimes…
Mix in writing with a partner as you’re trying to create stunning pieces readers will never forget and the task might be daunting. I can tell you I long for the kind of powerful sensations – like white hot heat searing through my body. I long for that moment of writing when you as an author go – OH MY GOD.
That happened recently when I penned a piece with Christian Jensen. He’s a horror author who also has penned many an erotic piece. He’s a guy – a real he man’s guy and I have often referred to him as dark and dangerous. Many might wonder – how did we become friends? We’re a bit different he and I. He’s all Jersey (and I say that with total love and respect) and I’m all wicked Virginian (and he’ll tease me to the hilt about being Southern – which I’m not). But I have to tell you when we wrote Toxic Leash we were floored how well we meshed together in our writing styles and the way we felt about the passion of writing. We both take our writing to the extreme but it’s also more than that.
I wish I could express the way this man turned me on – and it’s not what you think – no really. LOL. The moment we started writing this piece together magic hit. I hope eventually others see that too. Toxic Leash isn’t anything traditional. It’s not horror. It’s not murder mystery. It’s not really even erotic. And it’s certainly NOT romantic. BUT…this piece will quite possibly haunt you for life. Why? Yes, it’s violent in its depiction of humanity at its worst. BUT… It’s also a beautiful tale about damaged people. Or so I think.
Chris and I are sharing both panels together as well as an author’s table selling our books at the upcoming Fandomfest in Louisville KY starting July 26th. I am excited to see what’s going to happen there – all the hard work we’ve put in and the trying… will it matter? Sighing… If you’re around stop by – you’ll get to meet both of us and you never know what wickedness you might get into…
The synopsis follows and just remember IF you decide to purchase it – it’s not like any…other…book you’ve ever read.
This book contains ultra-violent themes of sexual, physical, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. THIS BOOK IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES OVER THE AGE OF 18. Extreme abuse themes included. This book is not intended as a representation of the BDSM lifestyle, merely a story regarding two damaged individuals.
Within our everyday lives we encounter Monstrosities. Beasts that can rip, tear, crush and maim. They torture and kill as they destroy innocence and leave their own special kind of hell. Usually these fiends are kept at bay within the structures and confines of normal, polite society but how long can we hide behind that façade when all humanity is stripped away and we’re left with nothing but the stark mirror of reality?
Danielle Rivers had it all. Expensive cars, an overflowing wardrobe, luxurious jewelry, and the kind of privileged life only true wealth could provide. She deserved it after all. Daddy was old money, one of the most powerful and prominent men in East Brunswick, New Jersey. Haughty and opinionated, Danielle didn’t hesitate to make certain those beneath her understood their station in life – especially the greasy mechanics who worked in all of her father’s dealerships. They were playthings, nothing more than little people meant to serve her every whim. What no one knew was that beneath the mask of perfection and meticulously manicured grace was a very broken little girl. As her façade begins to crumble under the weight of everyday life Danielle finds it increasingly difficult to hide from the monster that had tortured not only her body and mind, but her very soul. What Danielle didn’t know was that her tenuous hold was about to be broken.
Leslie Fernandez was a loner. Some considered him to be a dangerous man, others a powerful friend. He refused to take a backseat to anyone, least of all that haughty bitch Danielle. He hated the way she would swoop in and leave destruction and pain in her wake, pushing everyone to the breaking point. In his eyes, Danielle was nothing more than a spoiled bitch, a calculating viper who got her kicks by ruining good people. So why was he so inexplicably drawn to her?
When thrust into the epicenter of a horrible tragedy, one created by the very woman he so vehemently detests and yet is so enigmatically drawn to, he allows his own fiendish, black eyed demon to take the reins.
The torturous nightmares of their respective pasts drew these two damaged souls together like ships adrift in a sea of violence and abuse. The wounds contained within their diseased minds scream to be healed, but is there such a cure for the sickness within ones soul? There is only one possible option, but will either of them have the courage to break free from their own TOXIC LEASH?