Erotic romance author Tanith Davenport some time out of her busy writing schedule to answer a few question we had about her writing style, quirks and new book: Tamar Rising
1. When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
It’s something I wanted my whole life, but I only started writing for publication when I was 27. Up until then I had only ever written for my own enjoyment (and none of it was much good!) I was inspired by the onset of my thirtieth birthday to get my debut novel finished, and the rest is history.
2. How long does it take you to write a book?
For a full-length novel, about a year. For shorter pieces, I try to keep it down to three or four months, depending on how many I’m working on at the same time.
3: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I love to watch films, especially horror; I’m fascinated by the paranormal; and I’m a classically trained singer, although the music I listen to most is rock. I also love to try new restaurants, the more unusual the better – I’ll try anything once.
4: Chocolate or vanilla?
Chocolate. I’ve never been a vanilla person.
5: What does your writing process look like?
A lot of planning on paper, character designs and chapter lists. When necessary, it may also contain maps of local areas or plans of houses. I like to have things to refer to as I write, then if I get stuck I can leap ahead and come back to it later.
6. Do you have any strange writing habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)?
I can’t write unless I’m fully dressed. I’m so jealous of writers who can sit and write while in their pyjamas – I’d love to be able to do that, but if I’m not dressed I can’t get my writing head on. It’s very annoying.
7. Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you to write?
Lauren Oliver, Anne Bronte and Anne O’Brien. Three very different novelists who never fail to entertain me.
8: What are you working on now? What is your next project?
My next novella will be “In the Halls of the Mountain Troll”, about a team of troll-hunters in Scandinavia. Never let it be said I don’t like a challenge!
9: How did you choose the genre you write in?
I almost feel as though it chose me. I had been reading a lot of online erotica, which probably influenced my debut novel as it had a highly sexualised plot, and after showing the first chapter to a Book Doctor I was told it was “the best sex scene I’ve ever read”. After a ringing endorsement like that I couldn’t have done anything else.
10: If you only had one word to describe yourself, what would it be and why?
Dreamy. I spend most of my time in a world of my own – it’s where my best story ideas come from.
Tanith’s new book: Tamar Rising features a ghost, lots of paranormal activity and a good dose of good old fashioned romance. Read the excerpt below for an idea of what you can find inside this dark and mysterious book :
Jason’s new car had darkened rear windows.
It was, Tamar thought, a very useful feature. Not only did it enable passengers to secretly spy on people in passing cars, but it was possible to have sex in a car park without being spotted.
Although the steamy front windows might have been a slight giveaway.
They had eaten lunch in their local pub, the Star and Garter. The Star was convenient for several reasons, including its excellent Lancashire hot pot, its proximity to the office and its enormous car park, which had a handy corner under a tree which was secluded from immediate view. And Jason, following his lunch, had developed a hunger for dessert—Tamar’s breasts.
“Your tits are incredible. Oh God, they’re amazing.”
His voice was muffled, buried as he was in the valley between. Tamar had never known any man to complain about her G-cups, but Jason was by far the most enthusiastic.
She moaned as Jason began to plant kisses all over each breast, suckling each nipple until they stood proudly erect. His dick was hard against her thigh. Tamar stretched her arms above her head and pushed against the car door, shuffling herself down the seat to give space for what she knew Jason was about to do.
He always loved to do this. Surprisingly so did she. Just having him so close to her face, being able to pleasure him at such close range, sent shivers through her body.
Jason shifted position and leaned forward, his cock jutting proudly from a nest of blond fuzz. As he settled himself on top of her, Tamar cupped her breasts and pushed them inward, cradling him in soft flesh. Jason groaned and surged forward, his hips jerking in pleasure.
“Oh, God…so good…”
Tamar threw her head back, arched up toward him, moaning as her nipples tightened further. God, it was so hot, so unbearably… She dug her fingers into her own flesh, increasingly the pressure, and Jason gasped, moving faster.
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