Fierce, please tell us a little more about yourself. Where are you from, and what do you do when you're not writing spicy stories?
On your website, you describe yourself as a mezzofiction writer. For the more clueless ones among us *ahem*, what is mezzofiction, and how did you get into it?
I found this quote on your Facebook page:
An editor asked me what led me to write erotica. I replied, "A dirty mind, excess words, and an overactive sacral chakra."
I think most of us would agree that writing erotica is not only challenging, but often controversial, particularly when it comes to homosexual themes. Have you experienced any opposition to your work, and if so, how have you handled it?
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Thanks for asking! I’m really excited about it because it’s part of Decadent Publishing's The Edge series—stories that are quite short, focused on tight plots and brief interludes, with intense heat levels. This story is interracial gay erotica. I like to write stories featuring Middle Eastern characters fusing into mainstream western romance tropes, particularly when it comes to breaking taboos. In Traveler that fusion is front and center in multicultural erotic collisions. Particularly, I like making Middle Eastern men romantic leads.
Several well-known authors have been caught paying for book reviews. What are your thoughts on this? Since I doubt this development is anything new, do you think the "revelations" may be just another publicity ploy?
Everyone I interview gets a random question. Here's yours: What's the most neglected room/area in your house?
Would you be so kind as to share a short excerpt of your work?
“I am so sorry–” Tarik began.
“It’s okay. It was an accident.” The words were rushed as he pulled the soaked sweatshirt from his skin and fanned the dripping tablet. Black smudges coated the fingertips and heel of his left hand.
“I've ruined your work,” Tarik lamented, motioning toward the pad.
“Oh, no. It's just a sketch. I was fascinated with the moonlight on the harbor.” He flashed a charcoal rendering of the midnight water. A long, shimmering black strand fell forward of the band securing his hair, lighting just at the edge of his upturned mouth. “No masterpiece here.”
Piercing umber eyes met Tarik’s, and the gentle smile relaxed his shoulders. “You were in the ballroom earlier.”
“Mmm. The bachelor party.” Tarik pursed his lips, nodding once. “I’m staying in the hotel. Allow me to get for you a clean shirt.”
“It’s fine. I don’t have far to go.”
“In this cold, with no jacket, you will freeze. Please. I insist—”
“What's your name?” the younger man asked.
“I am Tarik.” He bowed.
“I'm Wo.” He nodded. “Thank you for your kind offer, Tarik.”
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