Meet Natasha Moore - Erotic Romance Author!

Congratulations to Jamie Salisbury for winning 

a copy of Plaything!

Natasha Moore

Erotic Romance

Hi everyone! Brenda, Steve, Tonya and Natasha here! Come on up on the porch with us for today's interview! We're sitting on Natasha's back porch on a swing her hubby bought for her and we promise to take turns! We have a beautiful view of the lake and the crazy squirrels and rabbits are dashing around the backyard. It’s her favorite place to be and if only the weather in western NY would co-operate, she could sit here year ‘round. Hope you enjoy the view as well. Grab your drinks and let's get started!

Naughty Reader’s:  Natasha, thank you for having us here and being with us all week. Tell us a bit about yourself.

Natasha:  Thank you! Let's see...I hate to travel. That’s not to say I don’t like to get out of the house. Visit new places. See new things. I do. It’s getting there that I don’t like. The long drives on the busy freeways. Annoying airport terminals and crowded airplanes. I wish we’ve gotten technologically advanced enough to step into a booth and say “Beam me to the beach, Scottie.” And I’d be wherever I want to be.

Naughty Reader’s: It'd be nice if we didn't have to wait long for that machine! What made you want to become a writer?

Natasha: I’ve been a writer since I was in grade school. I’ve just always loved books. Loved reading. Loved making up my own stories. Still do and still am.

Naughty Reader’s: Well your series sounds exciting for us. Please share a bit about your new release, Plaything, without giving away any spoilers.

Natasha:  Plaything is the final story in my Paolo’s Playhouse series from Samhain. Readers got a little peek of Paolo in the first three stories of the series. Plaything gives the sexy Italian his own story.

Naughty Reader’s:  Do you write under a pen name?

Natasha:  I do. When I first sold, I was working in a very visible customer service position and I wanted to keep the two parts of my life separate.
 

Naughty Reader’s:  That's so understandable. We love to write what we do but sometimes others don't get it. What types of hero or heroine do you like best?

Natasha:  Ooh. That’s tough. I love feisty, sassy heroines. They get the best lines – all the things I wish I could say, but never dared, or never thought of until I was home at night. I love all heroes, although I do have a special place in my heart for the tortured hero. Sigh…

Naughty Reader’s: They give us someone to nurture! Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.

Natasha:  I’ve yet to have a typical day LOL I work a full-time day job, so my writing life has to revolve around that. I try to get a few pages written after dinner but it doesn’t always work out that way. The weekends are better (unless I have too many errands or chores or…) So I fit in my writing whenever I can, on lunch breaks at work, before or after dinner, whenever I can on the weekends. Long stretches of quiet time would be great, but if I’d waited for them, I’d never have finished anything.

Naughty Reader’s: Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?

Natasha: I think the only common theme is the romance. Oh and sexy, even my straight contemporaries are sexy.

Naughty Reader’s: How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?

Natasha:  It depends on the story. My very first release, Nothing to Fear, now that story seemed to write itself. I probably only spent a few weeks on it. Now the novel I just sold, Silken Canvas, which releases Dec 25th, that book took me a couple years, but it went through a lot of changes during that time, and I did work on other things in between revisions.

Naughty Reader’s:  Do you have to be alone to write?

 

Natasha:  It would be nice but… (see prior question about my writing life)

Naughty Reader’s:  How do you go about naming characters?

Natasha:  They usually name themselves. Or I just keep trying them on until one seems to fit.

Naughty Reader’s: Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?

Natasha:  The pictures of the characters come in my head – sometimes I’ll find a picture afterwards that’s a close match, but not usually.

Naughty Reader’s:  How do you pick locations for your stories?

Natasha:  The story tells me. Really. I sometimes use a place I’ve visited. Most are places similar in some way to where I live.

Excerpt of Plaything:

       Paolo’s Playhouse. A new playground for consenting adults. Playrooms for every interest or desire. Bring your own plaything or we can provide one for you. We’ll help your fantasies come to life. Inquiries, phone…

     The newspaper in Julianne’s hands rattled and she dropped it to the table as if it had burned her trembling fingers. The discreet ad at the bottom of the page grabbed her attention and wouldn’t let her go. Her heart raced and her nipples prickled. Words seemed to flash before her eyes.

        Playhouse. Plaything. Fantasies.

    She flipped the paper over and pushed away from the table. The marinated chicken breast and tossed salad sat, uneaten, in front of her. She didn’t feel like dinner any longer, didn’t even want the Chardonnay she’d poured to try to relax. The jumbled nerves in her stomach left no room for food. But the words kept running through her mind.

        Playhouse. Plaything. Fantasies.

Sure, she had fantasies. Who didn’t? Leather cuffs and silky ropes, sweaty skin and long-fingered masculine hands were the images that danced behind her closed eyes each night when she used her trusty vibrator. Sometimes she thought her fantasies were the only things that kept her sane. But that didn’t mean she’d ever try to act them out in real life. Not again.

Julianne paced her apartment, restlessness buzzing through her system like an itch she couldn’t scratch. What was wrong with her? She didn’t have time to think about her sexual fantasies now. She had work to do. Work was what kept her sane. Work. Not fantasies.

She took refuge in the spare bedroom she’d converted into her workshop. Usually she felt happy there, but tonight the room seemed smaller, darker. The air was stale and stagnant. Still, she flipped through sample after sample, searching for the perfect drapery fabric for her current project. Nothing seemed right tonight. Everything felt flat, boring. But she couldn’t admit that work wasn’t enough anymore.

What would she have then?

She finally found a beautiful gold-and-green brocade that would be ideal for the draperies in the Olsons’ new dining room. And she had the perfect drapery ties to go with it. She’d gotten them on sale months ago, waiting for the right project. She opened the cabinet drawer and pulled out a length of braided cord.

Her breath caught as she ran the silky gold cord through her fingers. Slowly, without even realizing it, she wrapped it around her wrist, once, twice, and pulled tight. She stared at the dark gold cord wrapped around her pale skin as if wondering where it had come from. She tugged it again. Illicit thrills shivered over her skin, prickling her nipples and sending her sex throbbing.

We’ll help your fantasies come to life.

Bondage. She could admit to herself that being tied up during sex had always been her secret fantasy, but could she admit it to someone else? She’d tried once, with a guy she thought she could trust. She’d gathered up all her nerve and timidly asked him to tie her wrists to the headboard before they had sex. Bill had recoiled in shock, horrified that she would think he’d ever want to abuse a woman in that way. He’d stared at her as if there were something wrong with her and had refused to listen as she’d tried to explain about fantasies and consensual kink.

She’d never mentioned it again to another soul.

In fact, she’d buried it so deep she’d thought it had been forgotten, but the emotional scars from that disaster had probably colored every lousy relationship she’d had since then. She’d never again dared ask for what she wanted in the bedroom. Never dared believe she could actually experience real bondage, even once. She’d resigned herself to a boring sex life and inventive fantasies of her own making.

Somehow Julianne found herself back at the kitchen table, the cord still wrapped tightly around her wrist. She flipped the paper back over and read the words again. Could this be her chance to live out her fantasy? She grabbed the glass of wine still sitting on the table and drank in down in several long gulps. Then before she could think twice, she snatched up her phone and punched in the number.

“This is Paolo’s Playhouse. How may I help you?”

Naughty Reader's:  ooooo...than is hot! Love a book that touches those secret fantasies we all harbor and try to hide! ttssssss!

Natasha:  Ladies...and Steve! Thank you for having me here and thank you all for stopping in this week! Don't forget to leave a comment to be in the drawing!

Contest giveaway:  I’ll be giving away a copy of Plaything to one lucky commenter who also leaves their email addy so I can reach you! Good luck and let's start the chatter!

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