Friday, March 15, 2013

@KrystalShannan Interviews - NYT Best Selling Author Jayne Rylon #giveaway


Please help me welcome author Jayne Rylon to the the blog today!


Jayne Rylon is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She received the 2011 Romantic Times Reviewer Choice Award for Best Indie Erotic Romance. Her stories usually begin as a daydream in an endless business meeting. Writing acts as a creative counterpoint to her straight-laced corporate existence. She lives in Ohio with two cats and her husband, who both inspires her fantasies and supports her careers. When she can escape her office, she loves to travel the world, avoid speeding tickets in her beloved Sky and, of course, read.

Did you always want to be an author? What made you choose to write romance?
Writing grew out of my love for reading.  Ever since I was old enough to know what books were I devoured them.  Though I wrote two novels in eighth grade creative writing class, I never considered it a career.  Then I went to college and was a photojournalism major but I ended up studying business and went on to get my MBA.  That led to me working in corporate finance and still reading as much as I could.  I’ve always enjoyed romance whether contemporary or mixed with romantic suspense.  One day my husband asked me if I’d ever thought of writing a book instead of reading them.  The next day I wrote the opening chapter to Dream Machine and I haven’t looked back.  And here we are six years later… I’ve resigned from my job as Manager of Financial Planning & Analysis for a billion dollar a year company and I will be a full time author in TWELVE days.  YEY and EEK! 

Congrats!!!

What is your favorite part of being a writer/author?
The freedom to do and say what you want.  People get to vote with their purchases on whether or not you’ve said something interesting but there have been times where I didn’t care and wrote a book I knew would sell poorly because I had something to say.  I’m hoping this only gets more prominent as I now have the freedom to be my own boss.  I am grateful for the support of my readers and hope they keep floating me along so that I don’t have to go back to corporate America any time soon.  

Tell us a little about your book. What inspired you to write it?
My next book releases on 4/16.  It’s called King Cobra and it’s the first in a six-book series.  A spinoff of my Powertools series.  If the construction crew were Powertools, their mechanic cousins are Hot Rods.   I simply loved this group of people too much to let them go.  So fans of the crew will be happy to know they make plenty of cameos in the new project.  

Here’s a little sneak peek of King Cobra!

Nothing’s sexier than seven men with hot rods.
King Cobra, Hot Rods, Book 1
After Eli’s mother died, his father honored her life’s mission as a social worker by taking in several kids from the wrong side of the tracks. Not all of them stuck, but those who did became Eli’s quasi family.
Their bonds, forged in fires set by their personal demons, are unbreakable—or so Eli wants to believe. Especially since he and Alanso, his best friend and head mechanic, witnessed the overpowering allure of polyamory while visiting the Powertools crew.
Much as Eli would like to deepen the relationships among his foster brothers and sister in the Hot Rods Restoration Team, he’s hesitant to risk everything on a quick romp behind a stack of tires.
But when Eli catches Alanso exploring their mutual fantasy at a known hookup spot in a public park, all bets are off. And Eli must decide if it’s time to jump in full throttle—and trust his instincts to guide him through the night.  If the pair of mechanics can dodge the potholes in their own relationship, maybe they can race together toward the unconventional arrangement with Mustang Sally they both desire.
Warning: Fasten your seatbelts, this is going to be a wild (and naughty) ride!

EXCERPT FROM KING COBRA:
“What’s taking so long, Diaz?” Eli knocked Alanso’s thick, bunched biceps with the tool he carried. “We’re trying to make a profit here, you know?”
Alanso couldn’t seem to wipe his glare away as easily as he rid his brow of the moisture dotting it. He snatched the wrench from Eli and returned to his task without taking the bait. If Eli couldn’t fuck, the least the guy could do was give him the courtesy of engaging in a decent fight. His teeth ground together.
“You hear me, huev√≥n? This isn’t some charity case. Hot Rods is a business. Don’t spend all day on a five-hundred-dollar job.” Eli thumped the hood, knowing how the impact would reverberate.
Alanso’s shoulders tensed. The clench of muscles along his spine altered the shape of his tattoos. Still, he said nothing about the low blow—or how he’d repaid the Londons a million times over for their hand-up through a solid decade of friendship and loyalty—and continued about his job. One he was damn fine at performing. No one could make an engine purr like Alanso.
“You want half-assed, go hire a motorman from the chain in town.” He didn’t bother to acknowledge Eli with a look.
Still, as Alanso’s boss and best friend, Eli knew that tone well enough. It’d be accompanied by Al’s tattooed middle finger sticking up along that wrench, he’d bet.
The defiance made Eli long to grab the other man’s chin and force him to gaze up. Maybe then Alanso would see the desperation making Eli more unhinged than Mustang Sally during a particularly bad bout of PMS. God help them all.
He’d never wanted something he couldn’t have so badly before. Except maybe to heal his mom during those horrid weeks she’d spent dying.
Terror and a soul-deep pain that never entirely faded turned him into something no better than a cornered animal. Eli lashed out. “Good idea. Maybe they’d spend less time checking me out and do their goddamned work.”
A clang surprised him. He didn’t quite realize what had happened until a spark flew from the metal tool where it connected with the concrete floor of the garage. Alanso had winged the thing an inch or less from Eli’s thankfully steel-toed boot when he spun around.
He wouldn’t have missed by accident.
“Para el carajo! Maybe I should’ve done more than look. You’re obviously too hardheaded to man up and come for me. So the deal’s off the table. I’ve wasted too much time on a dude who’s in denial. You’re right about that.” Alanso sneered. “I’m tired of waiting for you to grow some cojones.”
“Keep your voice down.” Eli checked over his shoulder. Kaige and Carver didn’t so much as glance in their direction, but the stillness of their bodies made it clear they caught at least wisps of the conversation. Years of tough living had taught the men to tread lightly in conflict. At least until swinging a punch became necessary. Then it was likely to become a free-for-all.
“Joder! Now you want to shut me up. Come mierda.” Alanso scrubbed a hand over his bald head, leaving a streak of oil that tempted Eli to buff it away, maybe with his five o’clock shadow. “Wouldn’t want the rest of the Hot Rods hearing about the good life and how we’re not living it, right? They might revolt.”
“Hey, I’ve never kept anyone against their will. You all chose to stay here. With me. The door’s open.” Eli waved toward the enormous rolling metal sheets that protected the garage bays at night or when the weather turned cold. Through them, the pumps of the service station his dad had started were visible.
A flash of something miserable twisted Alanso’s usually smiling lips into a grimace.
The gesture had Eli thinking of something other than what it would feel like to get a blowjob from the man. That was a first after weeks of studying that mouth.
He reached out, but it was too late. Alanso dodged, taking a step back and then another.
“You know what, Cobra.” He grabbed his crotch hard enough to make Eli wince. “You can suck it. Or, then again… No, you can’t. That fucking checkered flag has dropped, amigo.”
Reflex, instinct, dread—something—inspired Eli to lunge for the man who turned away. Warm, moist skin met his palm.
“Get your fucking hands off me.” When the engine guru pivoted, the unusual chill in his brown eyes froze Eli in his tracks. “You had your chance. You blew it. For us both. I’m out of here.”
“You’re quitting?” Eli gaped as the bottom fell out of his stomach. “Wait—”
“Hell no. I told you I’m over that bus-stop phase.” Alanso sliced his hand through the air between them. His knuckles skimmed Eli’s chest. They left a slash of fire across his heart. “I’ve got places to go and people to do. There are things I gotta learn about myself. And for the first time since we were fifteen, you’re not going to be a part of that with me. Your loss.”
“Shit. I-I’m sorry.” Eli couldn’t find a way to say what for. For violating their friendship, for wanting to destroy what they had or for acting like an ass by postponing the inevitable—he couldn’t make up his mind. “Don’t go.”
They’d drawn a crowd. Even Roman inched closer now. The tough yet quiet guy stared openly at their spectacle. Charged air had somehow tipped off Sally too. She emerged from the painting booth, crossing the bays at an alarming rate. If she got tangled up in this, Eli would never forgive himself. Of all their gang, he knew better than to trample on her emotions. Her heart would rip in two if she had any idea of the rift opening at his feet right now.
Just like his chest was hewn.
“I’m not leaving leaving, Cobra.” Alanso lowered his voice. “This is my home. I hope some things haven’t changed. Let me know if I’m no longer welcome and I’ll pack my shit. But I can’t fucking do this anymore. Not for another damn minute. I have to know what it’s like. To be honest about who I am and what I want. Before I lose any more respect for either of us.”
“Fine then.” Eli leaned forward before he could stop himself. The awful sensations sliding through his guts had to stop. Fast. Before the rest of the garage got caught in their crossfire. He shoved Alanso hard enough the man stumbled across the threshold before catching his balance. It felt like forcing a baby bird from the nest. He only hoped Al spread his wings fast enough. “Get the hell out. Do what you gotta do.”
Alanso mouthed a plea out of sight of the guys now wiping hands on coveralls and milling near in a semi-circle. “Come with me.”
Eli slammed his fist on the big red button on the doorframe beside him. With an ominous rattle, the metal door began to lower between them, severing all communication as completely as if the aluminum were a drawbridge over a monster-filled moat.
The scream of a crotch rocket taking off at unwise speeds ricocheted through their space. Gravel pinged when it slung against the barrier he’d erected.
“What the fuck did you do to him, Cobra?” Sally canted her head as she laid into Eli.
“You’ve really been acting like a snake lately, ever since Dave’s accident. Hissing at anyone who comes near. We get that you’re afraid of losing people important to you. The crew’s near miss seems to have scared you stupid. I get it, I do.”
He closed his eyes, trying to block out the concern she voiced for all the rest of the guys staring at him.
“But keep going like you are and you’ll drive him away.”
“Stop talking, Salome.” He knew better than to tell her to shut up, even if she didn’t understand how her insight cut him. Hopefully using her full name would be enough to convey how serious he was. He couldn’t dive into the details.
No way could he admit what he and Alanso had seen. What they’d done.
“You better not have let your fear hurt him. Tell me you didn’t.” Her emerald eyes begged much more softly than her steely tone.
Eli didn’t bother to lie.
The hand she let fly didn’t catch him by surprise. She loved Alanso. They all did.
Which was why he didn’t bother to duck. He deserved the stinging impact of her open palm on his cheek. That and more. Because even as his head whipped to the side, he admired the stretch of her petite frame when she stood on her tiptoes, her raven hair and the glint of her fancy-painted fingernails, one of her pride and joys.
If he’d only wanted Alanso, maybe the two of them could have explored the possibility. But he was going to hell because he lusted after all of the Hot Rods.
The gang held their collective breath, waiting to see how he would react to Sally’s uncharacteristic act of violence. Roman stiffened, prepared to spring to her defense.
All the fight leeched out of Eli.
No matter how bad it got, they didn’t have to be afraid he’d attack one of their own.
Then again, hadn’t he done just that?
The damage he’d wrought would be far worse than the impact of a fist.
His shoulders dropped and his head hung. “I’ll get him back.”
“You’d fucking better.” Mustang Sally shook her hand before propping it on her hip and pointing to the door. “Don’t come home without him.”
The five remaining guys closed rank around their littlest member. They knew she’d hate for Eli to see her tears or her alarm. He didn’t waste any time offering comfort she wouldn’t welcome. Kaige, Carver, Holden, Roman and Bryce would take good care of her.
They didn’t need him.
But Alanso might.


Do you plot and outline or do you just write?  Plotter or Pantser? 
Kind of a mix of both.  If it’s a shorter book and focused more on the chemistry between two characters, I’ll usually wing it and see what happens.  But for my full-length novels like the Men in Blue series or the Play Doctor series I definitely start with an outline.  The mystery components are too hard to layer in if I don’t know what clues to plant early on!

Can you tell us about the process of getting your first book published? 
I was very fortunate.  After I wrote Dream Machine, I asked my husband to read it.  He said, “No way!  When you write a scifi book I’ll read it but I don’t want to try this then have you be upset when I don’t like it because I’m not a romance fan.”  Very smart on his part!  So I sent the book in to a contest held by RWA’s online erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink.  The judges were editors from publishers I was interested in and the book was requested by an editor from Samhain.  It was rejected, but with oodles of constructive criticism.  And when I fixed the issues and resubmitted the book a while later… it was accepted!  Then there was lots of dancing and screaming and emailing my critique partners.  It was amazing.  Since then I’ve been very lucky to place all my books with publishers I respect and I even ventured into self-publishing with my book, Pick Your Pleasure, where the reader gets to choose what happens in the book!

What advice would you give new authors?  What have you learned about the business? 
Number one… just write.  Get words on the page.  You can’t even get rejected until you have something.  Second… it only takes one yes.  I got really lucky in my journey but I have seen friends struggle and doubt themselves when the nos pile up.  Rejecting yourself by saying something isn’t good enough before you’ve been rejected is silly.  Of course it doesn’t ever hurt to have a very direct critique partner in the process.  And as for what I’ve learned about the business… mostly it’s just to follow my gut.  I write what I would like to read and so far that seems to be working.  

Do you have another book in the works? 
Oh… um…. Yep.  I have twelve outstanding contracts at the moment plus a few more self-publishing ideas.  Let’s see, there are six Hot Rods books coming in 2013 & 2014.  There are four Compass Girls books in that timeframe as well, co-authored with Mari Carr, the first just released a few weeks ago.  Plus another Men in Blue book called Spread Your Wings, which features Jambrea, Matt and Clint’s story.  And also the third book in the Play Doctor series about Elsa, Becca’s sister.  Two more Pick Your Pleasure books are on the horizon along with who knows what else that pops into my head.  So plenty to keep busy.  As long as people keep reading, I’ll keep writing.

What do you like to do in your free time, besides read and write of course? 
I love to travel!  I SCUBA dive and have had the opportunity to see some amazing places.  I usually incorporate those locations in my books so people may know I’ve been to China, Amsterdam (twice for research for Red Light series), France, Italy, Ireland, Mexico, Bonaire, Cook Islands – Aitutaki and Rarotonga in the South Pacific, Hawaii, all over the USA traveling to reader/author conventions (you can join me, check this year’s appearance schedule! http://jaynerylon.com/about/ )

Where do you dream of going on vacation? 
Of all the places I’ve been, I still have loads of places I haven’t made it yet that I’m eying.  Top of my list are Indonesia (Bali, Salwesi, Java, wherever!), Egypt, Greece, Roatan… well, too many to list really.  And of the places I’ve been, I’d love to go back to Paris or Aitutaki or Bonaire for different reasons.

Boxers or Briefs?  Commando, of course.

Cookies or cake?  Ice cream cake!

Pizza or hamburger?  Pizza if it’s from NY like me.  Pizza in Ohio is awful!

Beer, Wine, or mixed drink?  I’m allergic to alcohol so it’s Shirley Temples, no ice, for me.

Where to find you @
Websites, Blogs, Twitter, FaceBook, etc.

Be sure to leave a comment with your email. Jayne has offered an ecopy of Kate's Crew to one lucky commenter!!!



4 comments:

  1. Hi Jayne!!! I'm so excited for you to be able to write full time. Plus, all that traveling that you and hubby like to do.

    Anymore trips to the Red Light District? :)

    Congratulations on the new series with Samhain!

    Marika Weber
    maw1725@gmail.com

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  2. Great Interview! I am so glad you get to be a stay @ home author now!!
    As I have ever book you published I am always waiting for more!

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  3. great intreview. glad to hear you are able to be a stay at home author!

    parisfan_ca@yahoo.com

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  4. Love the interview and excerpt, =) can´t wait for my chance to read!
    Thanks for the giveaway & Happy Tuesday!
    //Linda
    fr_larsson at hotmail dot com

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