Today I would like to welcome the lovely Shyla Colt to my blog with her new book The Wanting
So, glad you could join us, Shyla :-)
Hi Doris, thanks for letting me visit with you today!
You're very welcome.
Can you tell us a bit about yourself?
I’m a 30 year old mother of one with an overactive imagination and a marine husband. Music and the written words have been my two major passions my entire life. So when I turned thirty I knew it was time to take the plunge and give publishing my best shot.
What made you write ‘this’ story?
For the longest time I’ve been obsessed with all things alien.. There’s just something about life from another planet that intrigues me. What would they look like? Would they have powers? All of those unanswered questions are like a treasure trove of potential. I even spent my 25th birthday in Roswell, New Mexico, and it was there in their library I came up with the concept of a family of royal aliens who are forced to leave their home among the stars when their sun begins to die. The Wanting is the first story in that series I’ve entitled The D’Shar Men.
Describe a typical day’s writing for us
Well I’m a stay at home mom to a 18 month old so it really varies. I write during her naps, and when she’s entertaining herself. But the bulk of my writing is done after everyone including the hubby is down for the night. I usually aim for a chapter a day but if I’m having a rough patch with writing it might be something as simple as at least a scene.
What inspires you?
A little bit of everything. Music is a huge inspiration, but so are movies, films, newspaper articles, etc. The strangest inspiration I’ve ever had was an old fashioned auto shop I spotted while on a walk with my daughter.
If you weren’t a writer what would you be?
Can I say no telling? Lol. One thing I’ve learned is life has a way of happening on its own terms. I would still be a stay at home Mom, but after my kiddo started school… I’m not sure what would be next for me.
Do your characters ever surprise you?
All the time! I’m notorious for saying, I had no idea that was going to happen, or my characters took over my writing last night. For me, characters are almost like living beings. They have their own personality, and agendas, and if you aren’t true to that they’ll gum up the works when you try to write.
What could not do without when you’re writing?
I’d have to say music hands down.
What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?
Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there with your work. The only thing a publisher can do is say no, and if they do, they often tell you why they won’t’ accept it. Which helps you hone your craft, and your story to re submit.
Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?
Wow. Hopefully with 2 more kids added to my brood, and a successful writing career in full swing.
Do you have a favourite quote?
Oh I have many, but right now “ If you’re driving through hell keep going.” I’m currently working on the sequel to my first book ,Don’t Fear the Reaper. So heaven and hell are on my mind on a daily basis.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?
Oh yes! It’s the bane of every writer’s existence when it rears its ugly head. It’s usually a sign to me I need to enjoy another hobby or stop trying to force my characters in a direction they don’t want to go.
What other books can your readers look forward to?
If they haven’t read Don’t Fear the Reaper there’s that. I also have a book from Breathless Press due in December called Wolf in Waiting.
And finally can you share an excerpt with us?
I’d love too!
“I don’t know what kind of alien sleight of hand you worked on me, but it needs to end.”
“D’Shar men mate for life. I told you this,” he said.
His demeanor softened by her shaken voice.
“I can’t eat or sleep, and when I do my dreams are filled with you,” Zasha said.
The darkness settled over them and wrapped them in its embrace like a blanket. The false intimacy it created along with their position between the trees concealed them from prying eyes. That knowledge made him bold.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said. His large hand slid up to free her hair from its constraint.
The heavy weight wrapped around his fingers. The contact between them served as a balm to the frayed nerves worn with each day that passed. Before they were civilized, his people’s behavior was deplorable. Public mating rituals were performed in front of the pack to prove their claim to all, and a fight to the death over the woman of their choice was considered normal. Much of the behavior had been bred out, and what was left was usually controllable. Her reluctance to admit their bond pushed him to the brink of his limitations. He’d never felt as alien as he did this past week.
“Relief, I need relief.” Zasha’s voice had gone husky with need. Her slim fingers wound in his hair as her body trembled.
“Okay,” he said.
Phelan bent to take her lips with his own. The sweet flavor of peaches danced along his tongue as her nails scrapped his scalp. Her full lips were pillow soft against the gentle nips she administered turned aggressive as they moved from his mouth to his neck and back again. Tiny white teeth marked their territory, and he loved every moment. Zasha’s urgency was a delicious torture that overrode rational thought as he lowered her body down to the soft blanket below. Under the concealment of night they were nothing more than two lovers ensnared by the romance found in the classical chords.
“God, Phelan, I’ve missed this. I’m so cold when you’re not around.”
“Then let me warm you,” he whispered into her ear.
His tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear before he indulged in the column of her neck. Zasha’s content sighs and the feel of her nails on his back beneath his shirt spurred him on. His hips ground into hers, the hardness between them unmistakable.
“Phelan,” she moaned. Her long legs spread as wide as she could manage in the pencil skirt fit of her dress.
“Shh, you have to be quiet.”
The corners of his mouth twitched upward at her hushed protest when he rolled off her and propped himself up onto an elbow. His lips dipped to cover hers once more as he eased up her skirt. His hand skimmed beneath the crisp cotton of her dress, and ran along the damp cloth barrier. Her cream had soaked through her panties and rolled down her thighs.
“I love how wet you get for me, Zash.”
“Phe.” The sound of his name shortened on her lips made his cock twitch. The unconscious familiarization made him growl. A flick of his wrist popped the elastic band off the cloth that barred his entrance. Thick digits drove inside her flooded tunnel. Her slick walls tight around his fingers as she rocked her hips.
“That’s right, Zash, take me inside you.”
The fluttery response from her vagina made him smirk. She liked it when he told her what to do. When he took the control from her and pushed her boundaries. He added another finger and titled his thrust to hit the sweet spot inside her.
“Come all over my fingers, baby.”
He took her cries into his mouth as she convulsed, her pussy a vise grip around him as her cream overflowed. Phelan removed his hands and smoothed her skirt back down before he sucked his fingers into his mouth. The salty sweet flavor a tangy taste he relished as she slowly came back to Earth.
“Is that better, Zash?” he asked, voice strained as he adjusted his painful hard-on.
Zasha voice had gone soft, and he could feel her mental retreat. He hooked an arm around her waist and eased her to set beside him as he tucked her beneath his shoulder. Damned if he’d let her run again so soon.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Giving you more relief.”
“Call me what you did before.”
“Yes.” He breathed. “Why do you fight this, Zasha?”
“Because it’s too much too fast! I don’t know you, and I sure as hell don’t trust some alien biology I’ve never heard about before.”
“It’s not exactly a fact we bring up to people in polite conversation.”
“The point is you’ve had your whole life to wrap your mind around this. I’ve had seven days.”
“That should be long enough for you to realize this isn’t going to go away,” he said.
The silence that fell between them all the answer he needed.
“What do you want from me, Zasha? The Wanting will become painful if we continue to ignore it. You don’t want to come together in a blinded lust. It’s too dangerous for you.”
Loving that excerpt Shyla! Can't wait for the book :-)
Thanks again for having me over to visit Doris!
It was a pleasure :-)
If you’ve enjoyed the excerpt The Wanting can be purchased at Evernight Publishing on Sept. 30th. Also keep in mind all Ever Night books will be on sale on Oct. 1st.