Thursday, May 3, 2018

Author Of The Month - Quinn Anderson - Week One



Welcome to our first week of celebrations for the amazing 







In our first post, we will talk about the Murmur, Inc. series, with Hotline, Action, and Cam Boy, plus a list of Quinn's favorite things. All the way at the bottom of the post is also a chance to win one of her books!


First up, Hotline


Blurb:

Zack never intended to become a phone sex operator, but with half a college degree and a smart mouth, his options were limited. It helps that he has a knack for thinking on his feet and a willingness to roll with whatever his clients throw at him. Sure, he gets his fair share of creeps and unconventional requests, but it pays the bills, and he’s in no danger of breaking his one rule: never fall for a client.

Until a man named “John” starts calling, and Zack finds himself interested in more than a paycheck. It’s not just that John has money, or that his rumbling baritone drives Zack wild. He’s everything Zack isn’t: educated, poised, and in total control of his life.

A twist of fate brings them face-to-face, and now that they’ve seen each other—and spent an unforgettable night together—they can’t go back to the way things were. A sex worker and a trust fund brat . . . It’s like Romeo and Juliet, but with less stabbing and slightly fewer dick jokes. Hopefully they can pull off a more successful ending.


Excerpt:


“Hey, Pete,” Alexa greeted him, folding her arms over her chest. She flicked ash from the tip of her cigarette in a way that somehow looked artful. “How’s your first week going?”
“It’s going,” Pete said as he lit a cigarette of his own and shuffled closer. He looked like he was in his early twenties, same as Zack, but where Zack was tall and muscular, Pete was all elbows and knees. He had clear blue eyes and a baby-soft complexion, however, which made Zack stare longer than was necessary.
“A newb, huh?” Zack asked. “Welcome to the glamorous phone sex industry.” He eyed Pete’s skin again and rubbed his own stubbly jaw. Maybe he should start waxing.
“Yeah, I just started Monday. I have to say, I had no idea what to expect, and after three days, I still don’t.”
“You never will,” Alexa said cheerfully. “Every day I walk into the office thinking I’ve heard it all, and every day I’m proven wrong.”
“Tell me about it,” Pete said, his eyes growing wide. He glanced over his shoulder and then leaned toward them. “Just now, I had a client who wanted me to take a phone into—”
“The bathroom,” Zack and Alexa finished simultaneously.
Pete looked startled and embarrassed. “Um, yeah. How’d you know?”
“That’s a pretty common request,” Alexa answered. “I don’t know why, but men love to listen to you pee.”
“Just wait until you get into the really colorful shit,” Zack said, slapping Pete on the back. He clipped a shoulder blade and winced. It was like hitting a shard of glass. “Did you and Colette set your boundaries?”
“Yeah,” Pete said. “It seemed sort of unnecessary. I mean, no one is really going to call in and ask for—”
“Yes, they will,” Alexa and Zack interrupted again.
“Trust us,” Alexa continued. “Those boundaries are there for your mental well-being. They only stop about half the callers, but you’ll be grateful that you don’t have to deal with that half. What did you pick?”
Pete shifted from foot to foot. “Um, incest, rape fantasies, underage, and sadism.”
“Not bad.” Zack cocked his head. “You might want to be more specific about sadism, though. You’d think that would cover a variety of kinks, but if you don’t list something by name, clients will assume it’s on the table. I’d specify knife and blood play to start. We get a lot of requests for those.”
“Since you’re dishing out advice anyway, there is one thing I wanted to ask about. I don’t mean to sound rude, but I was expecting the people who worked here to be . . .” He gestured vaguely.
“Young?” Alexa suggested.
“Hot?” Zack supplied.
“Uh, not exactly. I guess I’m surprised that most of the people here look like I’d see them at the grocery store with their kids. Why is everyone so . . . normal, I guess?”
“You don’t have to be a model to be a PSO. You just have to have the right voice,” Zack answered. “There’s one woman who works here who’s a grandmother, and she’s one of our most popular operators because she sounds like a giggly sorority girl. Though being hot certainly doesn’t hurt.” Zack winked.



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Second in the series, Action



Blurb:

Pete Griflow is the last person anyone would suspect of being a porn star. He’s quiet, gawky, and can’t even talk to guys without turning red. But on camera, he’s a different person. In the porn world, he’s Jaden Prime, a coquettish power bottom who’s been tantalizing fans for over a year now.

Pete is in a rut, though, and he knows it. And what’s worse, his boss knows it. If he can’t reignite his passion for the biz, he’s going to have trouble paying his none-too-cheap college tuition.

When Pete is given the opportunity to star in a huge summer production, sparks fly between him and his costar, Kyle Darko. Kyle is Pete’s opposite: he’s daring, achingly sexy, and in love with the sex industry. Their chemistry is palpable on and off screen, but dating on a porn set is tricky. Even pros struggle to separate fantasy from reality, especially with a script dictating their seduction. But what’s building between them can’t be ignored, and it’s so much more than getting some “action.”


Excerpt:

Kyle rolled with it. “I can help you make up your mind, if you like.” He put his free hand on the railing at Pete’s side. “I love a challenge.”
Fuck. Kyle was good.
He should return the favor, Pete thought. Flirt back. Whether Kyle meant what he was saying or not, Pete still wanted this role, and it needed to seem like attraction between them was mutual. It wasn’t just on Kyle to make this work.
Unfortunately, Pete couldn’t seem to do more than stand upright and sputter. He couldn’t tell if he was hot or freezing, and his thoughts were muddled with a mixture of arousal and bewilderment. Despite what he’d just thought, Kyle’s flirting still seemed real, and his body thought it was real too.
“You’re shaking,” Kyle said.
Pete willed himself to hold still but couldn’t control the tremble working through him. “Sorry.” He couldn’t think of what else to say.
“Is it from the cold?” Kyle asked, his voice deepening. “Or something else?”
Pete couldn’t begin to answer that question, but Kyle didn’t seem to want him to. He lifted a hand slowly, almost lazily, and brushed his fingers over Pete’s cheek.
“You’re plenty warm,” he whispered. “Must be something else, then. Am I coming on too strong? I can back off.”
“No,” Pete answered immediately.
“Then what is it?” The dare in his tone was unmistakable.
If either one of them leaned forward, it would bring their faces together. And for one magnetic moment, it seemed Kyle was going to do precisely that. His eyes floated from Pete’s eyes to his mouth. Then, with enough deliberation to make Pete ache, he licked his lips.
Please kiss me, Pete thought dizzily. Please, please kiss me.
And just like that, it was over.
Kyle stepped away.
Pete almost followed him. He stared uncomprehendingly at Kyle’s back as he headed toward the door. “Um, wait. Where are you going?”
“Back in,” Kyle said without turning around. “It’s freezing out here. You should head home before you catch a cold.”
“But, I— Um. What about—” Pete raised a hand only to drop it again. “What about my audition?”
Kyle stopped just as he reached the door. “That was your audition.”
Without another word, he disappeared inside.




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And, so far, third in the series, Cam Boy


Blurb:

After years of making minimum wage, college dropout Josh Clemmons may have found his salvation. Murmur Inc., a local adult entertainment company, is hosting auditions for new performers, and Josh has been invited to try out. If he can make it as a porn star, he can kiss his money troubles goodbye.

Mike Harwood is a loud-and-proud professional adult entertainer. In the past three years, he’s starred in dozens of films, and he’s very good at what he does. But as focused as he’s been on work, he’s neglected everything else, including his love life. He’s so used to faking attraction, he can no longer tell when something real is staring him in the face.
Josh gets the job, but when porn fails to live up to the fantasy, he quits to do cam work instead. But he can’t stop thinking about the one scene he filmed, and the captivating man he filmed it with. Their chemistry is undeniable, but Mike knows better than to mix business with pleasure. Then again, with true love on the line, this unorthodox office romance may need a second take.

Excerpt:

“Wait.” Mike grabbed his shoulder, which was a huge mistake. Josh was warm and firm beneath his fingers. He snatched his hand back like he’d been burned. “We should go over some things first. I’m supposed to be mentoring you, right?”
“Right.” Josh licked his lips. “Teach me.”
Oh, that’s just unfair.
Mike cleared his throat. “When you get in there, you have to be professional at all times. No fucking around, no bad jokes, and most of all, remember what we’re here to do.” His mouth was dry as he said the next part. “We’re going to have sex, yeah, but this is a job. You’re at work, and you need to act like it.”
“Does that mean I’m not allowed to enjoy it?”
Heat rushed through Mike’s body before he could rein it in. He managed to keep his facial features from so much as twitching. “You can, and if I have anything to say about it, you will. But that’s a by-product of the industry, okay?”
Are you talking to him or yourself?
“Right. Good advice.” Josh smiled. “Thanks, Sean.”
Mike’s stomach lurched. That didn’t sound right at all. He took a quick peek around. No one was paying the slightest attention to them. He blurted out, “It’s Mike.”
Josh blinked. “What’s Mike?”
“Me, smart-ass. My name’s Mike.” Christ, why am I telling him this? The newbie probably won’t understand the significance.
“Oh.” Josh’s eyebrows pinched together, which suggested he had an inkling after all. “Wow. Okay. Hi, um, Mike.” He looked like he was struggling with words. “Downstairs, Colette said porn stars have to be careful with their real names. Why’d you tell me yours?”
I’d love to know that as well. He shrugged. “It . . . seemed like the right thing to do.”
“Because you know my real name?”
Mike seized onto that like a lifeboat bobbing next to the Titanic. “Yeah, that’s it. Now we’re even.” He glared at him. “But don’t you dare tell anyone. Not your priest. Not your mother. Not anyone. Capiche?”
Josh nodded, eyes grave. He seemed sincere enough. Mike expected a wave of panic to hit him any second now, but for some reason, he believed Josh would keep his secret.
“C’mon. We can’t keep Colette waiting.” He headed for Booth Seven.
Josh fell into step next to him. “Colette’s going to be there?”
“Yup. Lucky you. She wants to oversee your debut personally.”
“How is that lucky? She’s terrifying.”
“Do you have any idea how many porn stars would kill to be directed by her? She’s a living legend, and she’s got the awards to prove it. For her to take time out of her day to coach a newbie . . . I can’t imagine what her motivation is.” Mike wove through the maze of cubicles to the correct door. The red light next to it was on. The crew must already be in there, setting up.
As he reached for the door handle, Josh said, “Colette doesn’t believe in me, does she?”
Mike paused, swilling words around in his mouth. “Honestly? No. But why would she? She’s only seen you once, and you were a nervous wreck. I’ve been working with her for a long time, and she still gives me shit when I don’t deliver a stellar performance. It’s like I said: this is a job like any other, and she’s your boss. You gotta make her happy.”
“I’ll try.”
“If it’s any consolation, I think you have it in you.”
“Why?”
Mike should lie. For both their sakes. But Josh looked so torn, he couldn’t help but encourage him. “Because that kiss we shared was one of the best I’ve ever had.”




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Quinn's favorite things:

Favorite Movie?

I know you’re supposed to pick something esoteric and abstruse for your favorite movie, but I’m going to be real with you guys: my favorite movie is Tangled. It was sooo much better than Frozen. There. I said it.

Favorite Book/Novel?

It’s widely known that my favorite book growing up was Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine, and that it had a huge impact on me as a writer. I also love several of her other books, including Fairest and the Two Princesses of Bamarre. I reread Pride and Prejudice every few years and recently devoured the Percy Jackson series. My favorite m/m book will probably always be Frat Boy and Toppy. It was my introduction to the genre and is a feel-good, nostalgia-read for me.

Favorite Color?

It’s red, y’all. I dye my hair red, I wear red clothing, my phone cases are always red, I wear red lipstick. I am a damn walking billboard for the color red. It’s excessive, ha ha.

Favorite Actor?

Tom Hiddleston. He’s such a freakin’ angel. Alternatively, John Boyega, because holy crap, he’s gorgeous. And funny! His interviews always make me smile. Watch the one of him and Oscar Isaac reading thirst Tweets if you ever need a pick-me-up.

Favorite Actress?

Oh God. So hard to pick. Gina Torres. Lucy Liu. Laverne Cox. Mindy Kaling. To name a few.

Favorite Hero?

Probably Aang from Avatar: the Last Airbender, which is my favorite television show. He’s so brave for being twelve, but definitely a fun-loving child and a total cinnamon roll.

Favorite Villain?

Zuko, once again from Avatar: the Last Airbender. His redemption arc is unbelievably good, spanning all three seasons of the show. And he’s voiced by Dante Basco. Swoon!

Currently Watching?

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries for the hundredth time. I just got the books and can’t wait to read them. Also, the new season of Jessica Jones for the second time. I’m still deciding how I feel about it.

Favorite Movie Character?

Probably Finn from the new Star Wars movies. I’ve read his books in the expanded universe, and his story is so damn interesting.

Favorite Female Character in Literature?

Jane Eyre, hands down. I love that book entirely. Jane’s one of those characters with quiet strength that I admire. Anyone can pick up a sword and yell a battle cry, but Jane could last a siege, which is in many ways much more difficult to do.

Favorite Male Anime Character?

Yuuri from Yuri!!! On Ice. I’m obsessed with that show, and Yuuri is such a sweet character with such relatable growth.

Favorite Female Anime Character?

I’m going to say Haruhi from Ouran High School Host Club. She was really important to me in my formative years, because she was utterly unconcerned by gender. She lived her life the way she wanted to, and that was that.

Favorite TV Male Character?

I already picked Zuko as my favorite villain, so I’m going to choose Sokka from Avatar: the Last Airbender. He’s one of those characters who people point to and say he’s useless, but that’s so far from the truth. He played a lot of roles in that show. The comic relief. The ideas guy. The plan maker. Occasionally, a father figure to the rest of the Gaang. You can find me over here, casually loving Sokka with all my heart.

Favorite TV Female Character?

That would be Katara from ATLA, Sokka’s sister. Total queen, badass, and mom friend, all wrapped up into one. Have I mentioned I really love that show? And everyone on it?

Favorite Video Game?

I haven’t played an actual console game in a looong time, so I’m going old-school-ish and saying LOZ: Wind Waker. A lot of people complained about the open-ocean exploration, but that was what I liked most about it. Something to do on every island.

Favorite Article of Clothing?

I own a microscopic pleated schoolgirl skirt that I got at a thrift store for ten bucks eleven years ago. I adore it, especially when paired with thigh highs and a button-down shirt.

Favorite Hair Color?

Right now my hair is frosted lilac, and I love it so much. But, I’m a complete and utter sucker for redheads. I dyed my hair red all throughout my formative years and probably will for the rest of my life. I’m a brunette naturally.


Readers - what are some of your favorite things?




About the author:

Quinn Anderson is an alumna of the University of Dublin in Ireland and has a master’s degree in psychology. She wrote her dissertation on sexuality in popular literature and continues to explore evolving themes in erotica in her professional life.

A nerd extraordinaire, she was raised on an unhealthy diet of video games, anime, pop culture, and comics from infancy. Her girlfriend swears her sense of humor is just one big Buffy reference. She stays true to her nerd roots in writing and in life, and frequently draws inspiration from her many fandoms, which include Yuri on Ice, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Buffy, and more. Growing up, while most of her friends were fighting evil by moonlight, Anderson was kamehameha-ing her way through all the shounen anime she could get her hands on. You will often find her interacting with fellow fans online and offline via conventions and Tumblr, and she is happy to talk about anything from nerd life to writing tips. She has attended conventions on three separate continents and now considers herself a career geek. She advises anyone who attends pop culture events in the UK to watch out for Weeping Angels, as they are everywhere. If you’re at an event, and you see a 6’2” redhead wandering around with a vague look on her face, that’s probably her.

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