Did you choose your genre or did it choose you? Probably both. I’ve always loved history, read historical novels, and historical romances so writing historical romance wasn’t a big stretch. Switching and writing erotic contemporary did take me by surprise. A crit partner who was branching out into publishing opened submissions up to writers on our crit loop. It sounded like a fun prompt--Write an erotic Fractured Fairy tale based on one of the real fairy tales. My daughter suggested The Three Little Pigs, my husband rides a Harley--and Hog Wild was born.
Did you enjoy language arts in school? Did you have a teacher that particularly encouraged you to write? I always loved language arts. I started writing stories in 3rd grade and that teacher certainly encouraged me, as did many others.
It’s five o’clock somewhere…Let’s have a drink! What cocktail best describes you and why? Wow! I guess my favorite one describes me too: Miami Vice. Sweet pina colada mixed with sassy strawberry daquiri. Two sides of me.
On my desk I have a rhino that my husband gave me to remind me I’m rhino-tough, as you have to be in the business. Is there anything you have that you use to remind you of that? Nothing tangible, but I have songs that do that. Whenever I get rejections or bad news, I listen to Kelly Clarkson’s Stronger or Glee’s Loser Like Me. They pull my chin up,
I have two muses, Arwen and Bronwyn, they have very distinct personalities. Can you share a bit about your muse? She doesn’t have a name (hasn’t revealed that to me yet) but she looks a good bit like Tinkerbell (sans wings) but petite, blonde hair in a pony tale (a high pony), and dressed in 1950s clothing (pencil rather than poodle skirt). But tough as nails! I have no doubt whatsoever who’s running this show.
It seems we all endured English and/or World literature coming up in high school…What was the worst book you were ever forced to read and what about it turned you off? It wasn’t in high school--I was overjoyed with those lists. But in grad school I was forced to read Moby Dick. Can you say boring! Can you say it LOUDER? Nothing about it was remotely interesting to me.
You have a million dollars that you must donate to one charitable organization. Which one would you choose and why? That’s easy, considering why I’m on this tour right now. J Relay for Life. My book, Almost Perfect, is the Read for A Cure book for May. And I couldn’t be more thrilled to be contributing to it. My cousin is a cancer survivor, though another cousin sadly was not. So this charity would get my cool million as fast as I could write the check.
Do you have one of those pesky day jobs, or are you a full-time writer? If you do have another career what do you do and do you enjoy it? I aspire to being a full-time writer, but it won’t be anytime soon unless the books take off (fingers crossed). Meanwhile, I teach theatre at a small private university. And I get to direct productions from time to time. Which I do enjoy, even though they take me away from my keyboard.
Due to the world we live in, most editors will tell a romance writer they have the moral obligation to protect their characters from scary life altering things, thereby being obligated to the reader. What are your thoughts on this? Do you protect your characters and how? If you’re talking about condoms and sexual protection, it depends on the project. In historicals, most usually it didn’t happen. Some men used “French letters” but many did not. They did not have the scruples we do now, even though disease was rampant. In contemporary erotic, depends on the circumstances. In Hog Wild it was a Fairy Tale and so I took some license. In Almost Perfect, well, they were married once. I kind of dispensed with them. In the next erotic there are condoms at every turn--very colorful ones. It’s a theme to the story. If that’s not what you meant, please disregard this question (but I am an erotic author--my mind just goes there.)
Romance has come a long, long way since Fabio graced the covers regularly…it seems the hinges are off the proverbial door. How far is too far in your mind? Are there things you simply won’t write? I think there are things outside my expertise or things outside my interest as a writer. Just as I love to read fantasy and horror, I’m not going to pretend to write either. Same thing with BDSM, erotica, f/f, m/m. I love to read them, can’t write them. I think too far is when we cross over the legal threshold. A novel that’s a thinly disguised how-to-book on child pornography or kidnapping. That’s going too far. But as for consenting adults--have at it.
I’ve been asked, as has my husband, if we do “all that stuff in my stories.” Do you get asked this and if so how do you handle it? No one has ever asked me that, but then people don’t know me by my pen name, so they don’t know to ask. I guess I’ve dodged a bullet in that respect. J
I had an editor early on that showed me the way…have you had anyone in particular that gave you a gentle **ahem** nudge in the right direction? How did they do that and how did you react? When I was first getting crits on my upcoming novel, my characters were getting ripped to shreds and four authors emerged who pretty much took me by the hand and said, “Look, this is what you need to do. This is what needs fixing, and this is how to do it.” That was with character development. My current editor on this same project, has taught me so much about the craft of writing, I can’t imagine how awful my very first draft to her must have seemed.
Wine or beer? Sweet wine, red or white.
Satin or cotton? Cotton (Satin’s too slippery)
Fries or tots? Fries
Cake or pie? Pumpkin or coconut pie
Steak or burgers? Depends on my mood
Candle light or pitch dark? There is nothing more romantic than candlelight!
Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance who has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own writing.
Jenna lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a 1Night Stand adventure, promises jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Forced by hunger to accept Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she married has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindles old fires. A simple kiss leads Roger to challenges her to discover how much his lovemaking skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and burning desire.
With time running out before they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect 1Night Stand.
She inched into the lapping surf, searching for movement. Reflection off the water made this task harder than expected. Wasn’t the Caribbean supposed to be teeming with fish? Now that’s something she’d had a lot of instruction in. Almost every marooned-on-an-island movie had a scene where the heroine learned to catch fish. Six Days, Father Goose, Blue Lagoon. All you needed was your hands and patience. She could do this.
Pam waded out further then stopped just before the water hit her now dry shorts. “Not gonna to have a damp crotch all night.” The words reminded her of exactly what she had hoped for tonight. “But not from wet shorts!” She headed back to shore to remove and drape them next to her shirt. The bandeau was a different story. Still damp, even after several hours, and uncomfortable. Might dry better if not next to her skin anyway. “Screw it! Live dangerously.”
Standing as good as naked on the deserted beach, Pam smiled as the warm breeze caressed her bare body. The sense of being slightly naughty added to her delight in the sensual feel of the air as it dried her breasts. Her nipples peaked as the wind cooled them. She strutted down to the water’s edge to sink her toes in the sand, the salty tang in the air adding to the perfect moment.
“If you’re skinny dipping, you forgot to remove one very important piece of clothing.”
Pam whirled around. Roger stood on the beach behind her, a green bottle of Perrier in one hand. His gaze played up and down her naked torso and his salacious grin widened. “Mind if I join you?”