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Welcome Brita and lets begin.
1. Who is your hero? And why?
My husband is hands down my hero. Why? Aside from being handsome, loving and my best friend, he's truly my other half. He helped me raised my two older children and he loves me no matter who I am on any particular day. That, my friends, is the very definition of hero in my book.
2. What one event in your childhood had the greatest effect on your writing career?
When I was in seventh grade, my teacher, Mr. Green, sent one of my short stories to an author, Hal Borland. I didn't know anything about it until Mr. G. called me to his desk one afternoon and showed me my story, with lots of notes written in the margins. Mr. Borland had read the story and critiqued it. He said some very nice things about my promise as a writer.
When I took the story home, I was greeted with a lecture on pipe dreams and the "reality" of how successful writers really are, and that alone stopped me from writing for a very long time. It also was one of the reasons I started writing seriously.
3. Who is your best friend, and what do you like best about him or her? List your best friend’s favorite books. How do they compare to yours?
As I said before, my husband is my best friend. He's kind, loving and the best cook on the planet. He is the best dad a kid could ever hope to have and he has the best smile I've ever seen.
His books – well, he reads what strikes him, but romance is definitely not on his to-be-read list.
4. What “lesson from mom” do you still live by today?
My mother was very old fashioned, which was one of her most endearing qualities. She taught me how to dress for the occasion, be polite and she was a stickler for manners. I'd say those lessons have served me well.
5. What’s the one thing you want to accomplish, or write about, before you die?
I really want to write a m/m Civil War story, and will, maybe in the next year or so.
6. If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be? Would you write or read there, or do something else?
I want to go to England. We've traveled a lot, but we've not made it to England yet. I don't believe I'd do nothing but sightsee. I can read and write at home.
Not Brita's but still darn cute.
We have two pets actually. Our cat Stormee, is thirteen years old. We got him when he was a little guy and now he's a cranky old fart, but we love him dearly.
Our other pet is our two-year old Maltipoo, Fiona Dahlia. She is with me all the time, no matter what I'm doing. She usually sleeps right beside me while I'm writing.
Stormee made an appearance in a story that isn't yet published, but Fiona hasn't and probably won't. No, they haven't taught me anything, save for to take a break and throw her puppy toy more often.
8. What’s the most unusual place you have visited?
I lived in Iceland for two years, which was an experience I'll never forget. It made me appreciate my home country, but I wouldn't give up those two years for anything. I traveled to Scotland during that time on holiday, and it was an amazing experience.
9. If you could have a quiet dinner with just one author, who would you choose?
Undoubtedly, I'd love to have dinner with Aleks Voinov. He's a clever guy, who thinks in a way that's extraordinary to me. I'd love to have a couple of hours to pick his brain.
10. Tell us about your latest project.
Romeo Club is a series of erotica short stories. They take place at a fantasy club, where everything is possible. I've never written erotica before, but I'm having a great time writing them.
Thanks so much for visiting my blog and best of luck with the Romeo Club series. I enjoyed the first one and look forward to seeing more adventures at the Club.
Here's an excerpt from Romeo Club #1: Surprises:
How often do you like to fuck?
Not “have intercourse” or “make love,” but “fuck,” written out right on the application. Damn! I hadn’t expected such personal questions, but after a few moments of thought, “No limit” seemed as good an answer as any.
“What is your favorite position?” Oh, the possibilities.
“Bent over a sofa, chair, table?” All of the above, giving or receiving.
“On all fours on a bed or the floor?” Right you are.
“Standing against the wall?” Definitely has merit.
“Do you suck cock regularly, or do you prefer to be sucked? Do you swallow?” I should have seen that one coming.
“Dildo preference—glass or flexible?” I’d never thought about it, but the question gave me ideas.
“Butt plugs?” Damn, did other people use those things? I squirmed, thinking a smaller one might have been in order for this excursion.
A whole section entitled “Probing Your Fantasies.” “Are you into cowboys, pirates, millionaires, policemen, doctors? Kidnap, rape, ménage? Explain your desires in detail.” I took the expeditious route and wrote, “Yes to all the above.” Why limit my options?
“Are you willing to put yourself in our hands?”
Now, that was a loaded question. The devil in me wanted to write, “Hell, yeah,” while the commodities trader wrote a more dignified, “Yes.”
Only one section left: “The Usual Stuff,” mercifully mundane after an hour’s worth of divulging everything there was to know about my sex life, real or imagined. Name, address, phone number. Then, bam, “Do you consider yourself handsome?”
Now, what’s a guy supposed to do with that? It’s one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t questions. If I said “Fuck yeah,” I’d come off as arrogant. If I said “No,” I’d sound like someone desperate enough to live in his mother’s basement. But then, I was filling out an application for a freaking dating service. Wasn’t that desperate by definition? Oh, hell, just leave it blank.
I checked over the tome to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, lest a fantasy be left undiscovered. My libido had kicked up several notches this past hour and the black and white photos on the walls did nothing to tame it. Damn, if this was a sample of what Romeo’s offered, I was glad I’d taken the afternoon off.
The adorable blond behind the desk looked up and smiled when I stood. Good Lord Almighty, they didn’t grow guys like that back in Kansas.
Blondie came around the desk, his slim hips working overtime. His body was built to my personal specifications. The fact he’d wrapped it in skin-tight jeans and a royal blue shirt was the cherry on top of the cake. Oh, my unruly cock, be still, boy.
I glanced at the black engraved desk plate: Aaron. He checked over my application with pursed lips and an exaggerated hand to the hip “Have you answered every question? It’s very important that you answer all of them.”
Hmm, what was he, the damn question police? “I believe I did, yes.”
“We’ll just have a peek, shall we?”
He grasped the clipboard with both hands and studied it, save for an occasional smirk or eyebrow waggle in my direction.
“Ooh,” he said with a giggle. Though curious, I was too chicken to ask what part he’d read.
He flipped through the last couple of pages, then settled a hand over the first page. “You have unique tastes,” he said. The sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable. “I believe Blake would be interested in talking to you. If you’ll come this way, I’ll take you to him.”
You can purchase Romeo Club #1: Surprises at Riptide Publishing - http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/surprises-romeo-club-1
Romeo Club #2: Rubbed the Right Way is available for pre-order: http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/rubbed-right-way-romeo-club-2
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