I would like to welcome Kameron Brook who has consented to be here and answer a few questions about his/herself. To begin tell us a little about yourself.
Dirk and Kameron's bio: Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, has decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
1. What is the main genre you write?
Erotica – lesbian, gay, straight, and ménage.
2. Do your stories involve romance? If you write romance stories do they usually have an HEA/HFN ending or do you prefer otherwise.
Every story Dirk and I write had oodles of romance and end on a happy note. We feel everyone deserves happiness and love in their life and attempt to convey this in our creations.
3. Do you outline your stories before you start writing? Do you know the beginning, middle and end in advance or do you just start writing and let the story unfold as it wishes?
When I sit down and write, I just type away. I don’t sketch out a path on the document but in my head, I know where I’d like for it to go. Sometimes, I put in notes where I think Dirk should definitely contribute to a section. Other times, he jumps in where he feels inspired to add his voice.
4. How do you build your characters? Do they come to you on their own and tell you about themselves, or do you create them and thus control their formation?
Since most of our characters are based off real life people we’ve encountered, it’s not difficult to express their appearance and demeanor. For those are frictional, we just wing it and see what develops as we type.
5. Do you write erotica, mainstream, something else?
As of right now, we only write erotica.
6. Does reading stories of an erotic nature make you uncomfortable? Do same sex or ménages make you uncomfortable to read about or see?
Same sex and ménage books don’t make me bat an eye. I’ll read them as long as the characters are ALL consenting adults. I WON’T READ any of the following: pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, rape for arousal, scat, or urine play.
7. I know many publishers have guidelines they want, but do you prefer to write, flash stories (1K or less), short stories or ones that are novella and novel in length.
Right now, I’m quite comfortable with our stories ranging around 6,000 words. However, we are discussing writing one that is closer to 9,000. Dirk thinks we can pull it off and I love his confidence in us so we shall see.
8. Do you have a current WIP and if so what genre is it?
We have two WIP’s. “The F*cking Bucket List” will be erotic with scenes between same sex, ménage and straight couples. “A Weekend in the Burbs” will encompass the same scenes.
9. What is your opinion on Indie publishers versus Self publishing?
Publishers: You don’t have to worry about finding covers, editors, and formatting it to hit various sites.
Self publishing: There’s a thrill about having complete control over which cover will showcase your work. Some are very costly so that’s a negative. We do like the ability to go into our Amazon account and check on our sales. We can choose when and how often to make it free. That’s pretty righteous.
10. How do you visualize the future of writing? Is it in Ebook form or print, or do you see a mixture of both?
I hope print books never disappear. Dirk, on the other hand, would love everything to be digital. For me, there’s something about holding a new book. Hell, even holding an old one. Cross fingers, my wish comes true and not his!
11. Five words to best describe you. Serious, humorous, personable, reserved, etc.
sweet, honest, easy-going, happy, and friendly
12. Do you have pets and if so what kind?
One, shorthaired black cat – Chester
13. When you sit down to write do you need to be in a certain room? Outside? Do you like to have music in the background or silence? Do you prefer to be dressed or undressed? (Okay humor and you may answer the last question or not.)
My favorite spot to write is the edge seat on the sectional. Sorry, but I never write in the buff. Like now, I’m typing while wearing lounge pants and a fluffy plaid robe.
14. How would you term yourself? Disorganized? Orderly? Are you a neat or sloppy dresser?
I have a wee case of OCD but nothing compared to Monk (cancelled TV show – detective). I don’t like things dirty or out of place but I won’t totally wig out if I see a crumb. Umm, yeah, don’t ask Dirk incase his answer differs than my admission.
15. Do you consider yourself clumsy or graceful?
I’ve been known to be both at times.
16. Do you have a favorite word or phrase?
I say a lot of wacky phrases or words. Anyone who’s talked to me will be familiar with “cool beans”, “coolness”, “hot dog”, “what the freck” and “shazam”. There’s more but that’s enough of my weirdness for now.
17. Your favorite movie or movies?
I like romantic comedies and action. No gore ever!
18. Which holiday do you prefer, Halloween or Christmas?
Both - Halloween costumes and Christmas ornaments
19. Are you a late sleeper or early riser?
I’m up at 7 for the school run.
20. Are you wild about chocolate or can you take it or leave it?
21. Do you remember your first kiss? Would you like to tell us about it?
I had a few pecks here and there but my first French Kiss was at the age of fifteen. He slobbered all over my face. Gross! I remember the next day he bragged how good the kiss was and I stood there shocked and at a loss for words. I didn’t want to tell him how awful it was so I waited a couple days and broke it off. Remember, I was only a kid and then, I didn’t think about teaching them how to slow down and enjoy the moment. If it happened now, at my age of 35, I would.
22. Your preference. A slow romantic build up, (fancy candlelight dinner, flowers, dancing) or wild tear-your-clothes-off sex.
I’ve never been a fancy dinner or flowers kind of gal. Not even at anniversaries or Valentine’s. Sometimes I do like a slow build-up and other times, give it to me hard and fast.
23. Last question of a personal nature Bacon, take it or leave it?
Pass unless it’s on a BLT.
24. Do you have any new projects coming up?
We are happy to announce “Sinfully Delicious” came out yesterday.
25. List one of your works you would like to share with us. Buy link, blurb, excerpt or all of them.
Kam and Dirk collaboration – “Sinfully Delicious” (M/F)
Christine's been without a man for far too long, so she lets her BFF Jasmine talk her into speed-dating. Unfortunately, far too many of her dates are romantic non-starters -- in the worst way. But all it takes is one... and when the right man comes along, he's Sinfully Delicious.
Available at: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1996
It’d been two years, six months, and fourteen days since Christine had felt the loving touch of anyone but herself -- not that she was keeping track. Which was the reason she’d allowed her best gal-pal, Jasmine, to talk her into heading out tonight and giving the speed-dating scene a try… again.
“Woo hoo, Christine. Come in. Are you with me?”
Christine studied her completed look in the glass door of the Midnight Rendezvous. She held the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she kept tugging at the hem of her dress, which barely covered her ass cheeks. “Jasmine, I can’t believe you talked me into this get-up. I’m literally popping out all over.”
“Babe, you look hot, so quit the bitching and stop tugging on it.”
Christine’s hands stalled and dropped to her sides. “How’d you know what I was doing? Are you lurking nearby?”
Jasmine’s voice rose an octave. “Hello, best friend here. I know you, and I know you’re freaking the hell out. Do me a favor and relax, because any man would be lucky to have you. Now, hang up and get your sexy ass inside.”
Christine gave herself a final once-over and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Thanks, Jasmine. You always know how to calm me down. Love you.”
“I love you too. Now go.”
Christine nervously inched her way over to the sign-up table, paid the twenty-dollar fee, picked up a nametag, and found an unoccupied chair. As the announcer went over all the rules of the event, she eyed the prospects and found several who looked attractive. Hope began to blossom. It seemed simple enough. Every two minutes a new man would sit down across from her and engage in a brief conversation. If she believed a connection was made, she would place his name on a card. The men would do the same, and if there was a match between cards, both parties would be notified through an email. “I can do this,” she mumbled.
The announcer rang the bell.
The first eligible bachelor, Bradley, sat down, and it was two minutes of pure awkwardness. His hands shook uncontrollably, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing. He refused to make eye contact and finally excused himself to the restroom, leaving her alone.
Christine couldn’t believe how badly the night was starting off. She tried to embrace Jasmine’s glass half full attitude and hope the next guy would at least remain seated for the entire two minutes.
Ding. A very handsome man with perfect features slid into the chair across from Christine. She noticed right off the bat he had no wrinkle lines, crow’s feet, laugh lines -- nada. She found that odd until he spoke. Then it all became clear. Unlike Bradley, he didn’t say “Hi” or offer any other pleasantries. His gaze traveled from her face down to her chest, head tilting left to right, and then he spoke. “You have a beautiful face and body, from what I can see, for a woman of your age, but if you ever decide to fix your trouble spots, I’d be happy to give you a discount.”
Christine couldn’t believe her luck. She already doubted her looks, and now this man she didn’t know was judging her appearance? Great, just freaking great. If she were Jasmine, she would’ve been spewing words that would make a sailor blush; however, Christine hated public confrontations. Instead she put on a fake smile. “Don’t bother writing my name down.” Their remaining time couldn’t possibly end quickly enough for her liking.
Ding. “Thank God that’s over.” One look at the surgeon, and she realized she’d spoken aloud. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could get the chance, he turned and walked away.
Prospective dates three through twelve were nice enough, but she knew they’d be no more than friends, and not the kind with naughty benefits. Her shoulders slumped in depression and she wondered why she’d let Jasmine talk her into this. A dozen men had come and gone but none lit a fire in her belly. Eyes downcast, she waited to hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor.
Instead, she felt cool glass press against her palm and a warm breath against her ear. “I didn’t know what you normally drink, but I sensed you needed something strong.”
Christine looked up into the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost hypnotic, and his voice was equally distracting, drawing her in. She was clueless about how long she stared at him like a lovesick puppy, but it was long enough that another bachelor took his position for the two-minute meet and greet. Spell broken, she addressed dreamy eyes first because she had to know his name. “Umm, yes, thank you, Mr…”
“You may call me Sin.” Then he stood upright and kept all his attention on her but clearly directed his words to the gentleman across the table. “If you were a smart man, you’d start the conversation by telling her how gorgeous she looks tonight. Let her know no other woman has ever looked lovelier in your eyes. That from the moment you saw her, you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against yours, to touch her and be touched by her.”
Christine grew more aroused with each word Sin uttered. She’d come out tonight looking for a spark, and damn if she hadn’t found a five-alarm fire. Did Sin realize the effect his words were having on her?
He winked, and her silent question was answered. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The other bachelor cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks for the advice, but I don’t need it. I’ve got this.”
Sin’s face tensed up. “Not yet, you don’t.”
Thank you for stopping by Kameron Brook. It was a pleasure sharing your thoughts and comments.
And thank you, Gary, for having me here and allowing me the opportunity to share information about myself and “Sinfully Delicious”.