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Blurb for Steam Bunny:
Business is all about pleasure for Casey Jackson. Helping Lucas Haskell promote his graphic novel, Steam Bunny, is an erotic dream job. Until he gives her the ultimate ultimatum--commit or leave. She doesn't want his ring or the complications of marriage. But with a boss who knows what he wants and exactly how to get it, playing dress-up has never been so risky…or so much fun.
Q. Is there any of you in your character Casey Jackson? Does she have any traits that you think might be a bit like you?
A. That is such a great question. Steam Bunny is written in first person from Casey’s point of view of the world. It was tons of fun putting on her shoes to write her character. She enjoys being bold and sexy and as a person I am much more quiet and definitely more reserved than she is. That being said, one day when I was writing the story my son happened to sneak a peek over my shoulder (thankfully it was a non-racy part!) and started giggling. So I asked what he found funny and he said, “Mom, Casey talks just like you.” So I guess I do have a bit of brazen, kick-ass in me somewhere too :-)
A. Yes and no, lol. Maybe it’s because I’m a Gemini, but I love writing different genres and styles. Being able to switch it up keeps things fresh for me. I really enjoy research and the Victorian era and am a huge sci-fi as well as historical romance lover so writing Steampunk just naturally grew out of that. But sometimes I feel the urge to write more modern and sexy than what I can in a Steampunk world and so I dive into another erotic romance story. My only complaint is not having enough time each day to write all the ideas buzzing in my head.
Q. Do you have other calls on your time, for example family or a day job?
A. Oh yes. It’s a struggle to strike some kind of balance between all the aspects of my life. I used to beat myself up about that as oftentimes I’d feel like I failed. On a daily basis, my scheduled writing time would get eaten up by the need to deal with a crisis or two. And on the home front, my house was (and usually is) a mess, and yeah even though I know, especially as a mom, that it’s better to chop up fresh veggies and cook dinner, sometimes it takes less mental energy to just pick up McDonald’s on the race home from work. But then I decided to toss all that frustration and guilt out the window, and focus on the fact that I really am blessed. I have a loving and supportive husband and son. And my day job as a manager, helping people with disabilities, is very rewarding. I’ve learned that for me, the trick is to be flexible. Each day will always bring new challenges so why stress about it? I find the spaces between the chaos and fill them up with the thing I love doing most in the world...writing J. And because I’m not stressing about it, I’m more productive for it.
Q. What was the hardest scene to write in Steam Bunny?
A. The whole story was fun to write, but if I had to pick a hard scene it would be the right-after-the-black-moment scene. At the time it was a bit of a struggle to get the tone right, but it’s now by far my favourite chapter.
A. I didn’t have a specific actor in mind, but I knew he had a commanding presence with a devilish sparkle in his blue eyes and dark hair. So when I sat down to actually paint Lucas, I worked with photo reference of various guys I found interesting to look at. This was the end result.
I must say, Felicity, that you are one heckuva good artist!!
A. Casey has trust issues for sure. When she was thirteen, her parents went through a nasty divorce that left her feeling insecure about marriage. She’s also a bit non-conformist. She deeply loves Lucas, but the idea of being tied down as someone’s Mrs. with a white picket fence and having the neighbours over for weekend barbecues…well it makes her want to run screaming for the hills. Lucas, for his part, thinks he’s found the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with. No way in hell is he willing to let another man ever have her. He loves Casey’s brazen excitement and everything else about her. In his mind they are perfect together. His problem is trying to convince her of that, which he finds very, ah…creative ways to do in the book. He’s a pretty smart guy.
Q. This book, Steam Bunny, is the first in the Little Miss Kick-Ass series. What can readers expect from Book 2 in the series?
A. Book 2, which I’m currently writing, is called Fit To Be Tied. It picks up where Steam Bunny leaves off and follows the relationship of Casey’s BFF, Astrid Bitten, and her nemesis/love interest, Race Lindstrom. Readers can expect another steamy battle of wills between a feisty heroine and an alpha hero. Race is not happy with how things end in Steam Bunny. He’s determined exact revenge on Astrid and show her who’s boss by using any pleasurable means possible, including some inventive new handcuffs and a weekend spent in an ice hotel. Will Astrid resist? You bet she will. She has her own ideas about how their relationship works and especially about who’s in charge. Fit To Be Tied is due out this December.
A. A sneak peek of the full first chapter can be found at the back of the lovely and talented, Zara Cox’s new release SPIRAL, out on June 24th, but here’s a snippet of the trouble brewing between Casey and Lucas, taken from chapter 3 where they’re having a bit of an argument:
“Don’t worry, Lucas,” I snapped. “I can handle him. I won’t fuck up your deal.” Especially since it wasn’t just his deal, it was mine too. I hadn’t accepted any offers of employment from other agencies partly because I wanted to see what Lindstrom had to say about the future of Steam Bunny. I wanted the best deal possible for me and, okay I’ll admit it, for Lucas too.
“I don’t doubt your abilities to negotiate a good contract,” he said, his words stiff with impatience. “I just don’t want you prostituting yourself to get it.”
“P-P-Prost—” I sputtered, incredulous. “Did you just say prostituting?” The room narrowed to include only him and his big, fat, mouth. “Is that what you think I do?”
He shook his head. “Casey—”
“Because I might remind you that this whole thing was my idea.” I gestured at my costume. “My choice. And I don’t do it for the money. I don’t do it for you. I do it because it makes me feel good. It makes me feel sexy. So if you think that makes me a whore, you can go fuck yourself.” I tried to stand, ready to crawl over the table if necessary, to get away from him. He caught me about the waist and shoved me onto the seat again, blocking my path with his big, hard body. “Calm down,” he hissed in a low tone, his eyes flashing with anger. “I didn’t mean you were a prostitute. It was a poor choice of words.” He paused as his jaw clenched and unclenched, his gaze boring into mine. “You’re the smartest, sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Steam Bunny would be nothing without you.”
Oh. That was kinda nice. Was that his roundabout way of saying he wanted me to stay?
Some of the icy hurt inside me melted as a different kind of heat flared. That bergamot and hot manly-man scent of his rose from his body, filling my head with dizzying thoughts of licking it off his flushed skin.
But still, where did he get off thinking he could tell me what to do after ignoring me for almost a month? “But you still don’t want me negotiating with Lindstrom?” I asked.
I waited for him to elaborate.
He kept his lips pressed in a tight line.
“You don’t own me, Lucas.” I said, slowly, deliberately as I stared into his devastating eyes. “I love you, and I want to be with you. But. You. Don’t. Own me.” I pushed against his chest, punctuating each word with a shove, trying to build some space. I might as well have pushed against a brick wall.
Nostrils flaring, he sucked in a harsh breath. “Don’t I?”
His hand tightened about my waist as he pulled me close, crushing me against him. Stunned, I stiffened as an instinctual part of me tried to protest his strength. But Lucas wasn’t buying any of it. He held me captive as his head bent low. His fingers snaked into my hair to hold me steady as his lips possessed mine, silencing any protest I might make in a searing reminder of everything we’d ever been to each other.
He doesn’t own you. My panicked brain tried to scream. He will never own you. But my body didn’t care. It had been too long since he’d kissed me like this and I couldn’t control the rush of excitement pounding through my veins. My lips parted as his tongue pressed along the seam, allowing him access inside.
His taste—oh God, his taste! Mint and spice and him, a heady combination after so many weeks without. I moaned as he caressed my lips with his, our tongues sliding against each other as the pressure within me built. All the pent up desire I’d held tightly reigned pounded through me with the urgent need to be with him again.
I slid my gloved hands beneath his jacket and clutched at the t-shirt covering his sculpted chest, trying to get closer to the warmth of him. “Lucas,” I breathed against his hot lips.
He pulled back a bit and looked deep into my eyes.
I’d been with other men, but no one had ever made me feel like Lucas. He completed me in every way. He was my equal. My deepest love. And if the hunger in his gaze was half of what he saw in mine, he’d know how much I wanted him. Right now.
“Jesus, Casey,” he whispered, his fingers caressing my cheek. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Not waiting for a reply, he pressed me back against the seat, heedless of my carefully arranged curls and the bunny ears perched on top. Pinned against his solid heat, he moved his lips over mine, branding me with his taste and overwhelming strength.
Swept along with the force of his desire, I let it wash through me, filling up all the empty spaces left so long neglected. His hands played over my body, caressing, stroking, squeezing, teasing my senses as his bergamot scent filled my mind. It felt so good—so damn good—to be kissed by him again, I never wanted it to stop.
I craved him, needed him. His hair slipped between my fingers as I wrapped a hand about the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. God in heaven, his heart beat just as madly as mine as his chest crushed my breasts. And I didn’t care about the pain of my sensitive nipples trapped against that tight bodice and the solid wall of his body. Or the fact we were in a restaurant in view of anyone who cared to notice. I burned for Lucas Haskell and I wanted him inside me.
His cock felt thick and hard, straining against his jeans as I pressed my hand along the bulge. I remembered that length and how good it fit inside my body. Did he remember too? I found his tip and rubbed it through the denim, causing him to groan so deeply it rumbled through me straight to my core.
He moved his lips from mine, trailing kisses to my ear. “You are so fucking sexy,” he breathed, the hunger in his tone turning me on even more. “I love the taste of your skin.” He licked my neck and gave it a tiny nip, causing a shiver to ripple involuntarily down my spine. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you baby?” His hot breath whispered against my cheek. “You want me to make you scream?”
My fingers spasmed as they tugged at the fly of his jeans. Oh dear God in heaven. Yes!
“Right here. Right now. In front of all these people,” he continued in his velvet voice, curling my toes with the heat of it. “I know exactly how to make you come.”
Okay. That was kinda embarrassing. Mostly because it was completely true. I burned for him, and he knew it, but after this morning’s disappointment, was he teasing me again? I wasn’t willing to take that chance. I needed reassurance.
“Prove it,” I said, caressing his bulging crotch and holding his hot hungry gaze with mine.
Thank you so much for having me on your blog today, Nikki. It’s been an honour and a pleasure!
Thank you so much for visiting and letting me interview you.
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It's a battle of wills, which you'll get to read soon when Steam Bunny makes it's very steamy and erotic début.
To celebrate, Felicity is hosting some contests and give-aways, the first of which is happening June 24th, where 1 lucky winner will receive a signed copy of this limited edition art print she painted of Lucas, her sexy artist-hero from Steam Bunny.
To enter, all you need to do is like Felicity’s Facebook page and spread the word by sharing the event with your friends. Winner will be chosen from a random draw of all the entries.
Meet Felicity Kates:
Felicity Kates writes fun, flirty, fantasies for modern lovers. As Kate Reedwood, she writes Victorian romance set in a Steampunk world. Together they are one busy lady, doing what she loves to do best--creating romantic tales for the world to enjoy.