I have yet to choose anything when it comes to my books. My characters do what they want I just get the pleasure of being the first to read it.
Did you enjoy language arts in school? Did you have a teacher that particularly encouraged you to write?
I enjoyed literature classes, but I didn’t enjoy English classes per say. And now I actually would say that my English teachers stunted my writing quite a bit.
It’s five o’clock somewhere…Let’s have a drink! What cocktail best describes you and why?
I don’t drink very much so I guess I’d have a cosmo because it’s fruity.
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?
I used to collect stickers of Dory from Finding Nemo to remind me to “just keep swimming, just keep swimming”
I have two muses, Arwen and Bronwyn, they have very distinct personalities. Can you share a bit about your muse?
My muses have yet to tell me their names. Instead they just fight a lot. I like when one gets louder than the other so I can actually focus on one book and get it done. But usually have 4-5 books up on my laptop and I have to jump between them.
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?
Silas Marner in junior high. Maybe it was because he reminded me of my stepfather, but I saw no reason to read about a grumpy jerk. The Inheritors by William Golding in college is up there too.
You have a million dollars that you must donate to one charitable organization. Which one would you choose and why?
Feed my Starving Children. It’s a great organization that’s started here in the Twin Cities and is now expanding across the U.S. I believe it takes $0.80 to feed a child for three days with their program so a million dollars could help out kids all over the world. They serve eighty five countries including some poverty stricken areas of the United States. I love going with my son’s scout troop and packing food. In an hour and a half we can assemble enough meals to feed over hundred children for a year. That to me in amazing. You can check them out at www.fmsc.org
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 do have a pesky day job, but it’s not so bad. I work for one of the largest healthcare companies in my state. I review outstanding credits and work to get them refunded to the right people, the best part is I get to do it from home so it’s not so pesky to work in my pajamas. But my department is pretty laidback and I do enjoy working for them.
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?
Isn’t falling in love life altering? You’re walking along minding your own business then bam…you’re twiterpated. I’ve never heard that because with romance you have pregnancy, marriage, sometimes death, and since I like the paranormal world you might have to come to terms with the fact that the person you’re in love with might literally bite your head off.
Conversely I’ve been told by publishers and editors that I need to stress the “interracial” tension in my books for them to be interested. To me falling in love is falling in love. I do have some interracial issues but they are a side note to the fact that the main characters are falling in love with each other.
I can’t protect my characters from the world any more than I can protect my son. Bad things are going to happen and a fully developed character will grow from the experience not be harmed.
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 used to think so, but my muse sometimes gets a little naughty. The Demon sex in The Frozen had me realize I need to be true to my characters and get over my “oh my god my mother could read this.” Then I realized if someone I knew picked up the book by me it must have been by another book by someone else that went just as far.
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?
“Only the kinky stuff…I gotta make sure that it’s physically possible.” I’m kind of a smart ass. I get asked quite a bit if Oscar and Ellie are me and my husband. Although there are things that are taken from our life it’s not our life. Just as with any other story I get influenced by what’s around me. Sometimes I joke and say “my husband has never had Oscar’s ass.” Since my more tawdry books haven’t come out yet I haven’t had to answer it too much when it comes to sex etc.
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?
I’m waiting for that person. You up for the job?
Wine or beer? Cosmos please
Satin or cotton? Cotton
Fries or tots? Fries
Cake or pie? Cake
Steak or burgers? Steak
Candle light or pitch dark? Pitch dark
Michel Prince lives in the Twin Cities area with her husband and son. She graduated with a degree in History and Political Science from Iowa Wesleyan College and is an avid Boy Scout leader.
Current release Chrysalis
The chocolate colored skin on his clean-shaven head glistened with sweat from football practice. Was it smooth to the touch, I wondered, or would little prickles of hair scratch my palm? I became entranced by a drop of sweat sliding down his neck, under his collar, and I could only think what I wouldn’t do to follow that trail to its end.
His sleeveless t-shirt stuck to him, defining his chest and his biceps were exposed, showing he had the perfect horseshoe that comes from hours of lifting. No way could I get my hands around his arm and have my fingers touch, but part of me just wanted to try.
He was joking with a few other players as they crossed the gym to go down to the locker room. As he reached to push open the door, his t-shirt road up, revealing his abs and upper hip. The tie of his football pants was already loosened. I stopped breathing. I had seen him walk through the gym before, but something about seeing part of his body that had always been covered sent my private fantasies into overdrive.
My head flew to the side as a thousand pinpricks exploded like fireworks across my left cheek. The unexpected assault came from a volleyball sent special delivery by one of the senior players.
The white-leather facial was followed by a snotty "knock it off." I couldn’t tell if it was her voice or my mild concussion distorting her voice into a screeching noise.
"What did I do?" I asked in vain.
It wouldn’t have mattered. Waking up this morning in her neighborhood and having the audacity to come to her school was enough.
"Don’t even think about it, Soft-Meat," Sharyn Johnson growled as she crossed over to me, her eyes burning into mine. "He ain’t no damn coconut!"
I turned away, not wanting the confrontation and realized maybe I wasn’t as good as I thought at sneaking looks at him. I looked back at the faux oak double swinging doors that lead to the boy’s locker room, but he was out of sight. The rest of the team was passing through the door now.
Releasing July 17th 2012 The Frozen
I stormed off to my office only to find Nemesio. Pushing past her, I fell into my faux leather chair. The poly-blend fabric crackled as I sat. I was much too much of a man to be sitting in such a small chair.
“Tell me Yahweh, how could I service you today?” Nemesio slithered while her hands slid down my chest as I sat at my desk. “It has been so long. Have you forgotten how I’ve helped you in the past?”
“Yes,” I said, not wanting to remember.
“You appear to be in a precarious position, and I see that frustration has you weakened. Yahweh, I would hate to have another in your place. May I ease you?”
“Nemesio, take out your needs on another in the house, or destroy a normal’s love, but leave me to my work.”
I examined the map in front of me. The repeated use of holes had to be the problem. All the Frozen had to do is keep a couple watching the same places. Did the Prince not know that he was the cause of all the carnage and not me? It wouldn’t matter, I would be the one to blame. My brain was becoming mush, and the streets on the map started to cross each other as my vision doubled. Throwing my head back, I brought my hands to my eyes, hoping to rub away the film that seemed to be growing over them.
Nemesio straddled me. I opened my eyes only to see her piercing blue eyes staring back at me, melting my reserve to tell her to fuck off. She was evil. Her body oozed sex, but her mind … her mind was a minefield.
“If I didn’t know you better, I’d assume you are trying to take my position.”
“I’ll take whatever position you want,” her tongue licked my ear and continued up to my horns. For the proper angle, she stood up which caused her perfect rack to land on my lips. She sucked on the small horns on my head and they grew. Usually they are kept small to hide them from the normal’s, but she was breaking my resolve.
“You want to know what position I want you in?”
“Yes,” she purred.
She pulled back and looked at me, her hand gliding down my face.
“I thought you preferred the bent-over-your-desk-your-dick-in-my-ass position,” she growled with a desire that made me wretch at the thought of any sexual congress involving her hollow body.
“You suck your brother with that mouth?” I snipped.
“That depends. Who’s your mother?”
“Get out!” I said, shoving her back.
She turned herself around, but still straddled me. This time she bent over and hiked up her skirt, which could only be described as a belt for her thong. As she shoved her perfect ass in my face I knew there was only so much more I could take.
“Are you sure?” she teased, wagging herself in front of me. I slammed her down hard against the desk. My hand firmly locked in between her shoulder blades. Her back crackled under the pressure. With my other hand I pulled out my cock.
“You want to fuck me in the mood I’m in right now?” I pushed harder. “You sure about that? Pain is the only feeling you’ll receive.”
“My pain is your pleasure, Yahweh,” she said, her voice ragged as it tried to escape her lungs.
I slammed myself hard into her core, the source of all evil in my world. My hand moved to her head, forcing it into the wood of the desk. I didn’t want to hear another word come from those venomous lips. The soft flesh between her legs tensed, grabbing hold of me. It was always open and warm, but today it was as if it wanted me, needed me inside it.
“If you speak one word during this, I will kill you.”
The last thing I wanted to think about was who the hell I just stuck myself into. I’d have been lucky to clean myself off before the acid that she thought was her getting wet burned through my soul.
Her ass was like an apple, round and hard, the way I liked it. Any of the Deumos were tens on the human scale. Any man would want his dick wrapped by any one of their holes. They knew how to suck and pull on a man. Experts. There was not a whore in the world that could hold a candle to them, yet I couldn’t help but be disgusted. Knowing them was what was the turn off.
I grabbed her hips and pounded hard. My eyes trained ahead on the door. I focused on the Princess. Trying to envision her underneath me. Fuck that. I wanted this to be painful. I had already had a shitty morning. The last thing I needed was to add to my pain. If I thought of the Princess, I’d ease up on the assault on Nemesio’s body.
The Prince. That’s enough to make me pound her. My fingers dug into her skin. Yeah. Fucking him in the ass would make me feel better. That cocksucker deserved it. Sticking me in this stink hole just because his sister liked the taste of my cum. Not. My. Fault.
A tail was starting to emerge from her. She was actually enjoying this. I didn’t want that. Pounding harder, I arched my back and let out a roar as her tail whipped behind me and the barbed end pierced the skin on the back of my neck. To demon men, that was a sign of conquest, but to me it was a brand of dishonor.
Now Nemesio was moaning.
“I said be quiet!”
I rammed myself into her harder and harder. The desk was almost to the wall, I had pounded her so. Her warm center was actually grabbing me. Sucking hard against my tip, this bitch was actually coming. I suppose, I shouldn’t be the only one. Looking down, there were deep scratch marks on the desk from where her fingernails had turned in to claws. Great! She is receiving pleasure from this. I can’t do anything right, I thought. All I wanted was for someone to feel my pain.
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