Character Interview of Lon Corbin from Reckless in Moonlight by Cara Bristol
I am happy to have Lon Corbin from Reckless in Moonlight with me on my blog today. As a medical resident, Lon, I understand that you have little free time, so I’m grateful that you could spare the time for us. Sit back and we’ll chat for a bit.
Lon, can you tell us a little about yourself?
As you said, my name is Lon Corbin. I’m 28 and a medical resident at Creeks Crossing Hospital Medical Center. I work long hours, but I try to visit my parents and my two eight-year-old twin brothers as often as I can. That’s how I met Dana. She lives next door.
Twins, huh? The thought of them is always so fascinating to me, but I’m sure it is quite an experience for the parents (and family) of twins.
What upset your ordinary world and brought you into contact with Dana Markus?
Well, my family had gone camping, but my brothers had left my dad’s camera in their tree house. Dad asked if I would retrieve it. I’d just climbed up there when Dana came out of her house, stripped off her swimsuit and plunged into her swimming pool.
Got your attention, did she? (smiling)
What was your immediate reaction to Dana? What did you first think of her?
I thought she was the sexiest woman I’ve ever met in my life. It doesn’t matter a bit to me that she is seventeen years older than I am. I wanted her even before I caught her skinny-dipping in her pool.
That’s quite an age difference, but sometimes it just doesn’t matter.
Were there people who interfered in reaching your goal?
Who didn’t? First of all, there was Dana herself. Our age difference bothered her initially. My dad thought she was too old for me. Her daughter hated me from the beginning and did everything in her power to break us up. She almost did.
That’s a lot battle and it couldn’t have been easy.
What led to the moment when you thought everything was lost between you two?
Dana’s daughter lied to me. Like a fool, I believed her. I’ll never forgive myself for that or the way I hurt Dana as a result.
But things worked out for two and I’m happy for you both. Thank you, Lon, for sharing a little about yourself and your story. Now you can relax while I talk to Cara.
Cara, what drives you to be a writer?
Something about the creative process of writing fulfills me and needs to be expressed. I haven’t always written erotic romance, but I’ve always written.
Do you have a regular writing process?
I’m a morning person, so after I get a cup of coffee, I write — although I do write at other times of the day. When I’m working on a first draft of a manuscript I set a goal of 1,000 words every day. Some days I write more, but that’s the minimum. And then I might be editing another project or promoting other works that have been published. I blog quite a bit.
Do you have some “words of wisdom” for other writers, especially new writers?
I think every writer’s first book is the result of a story they have inside that demands to be told. Mine was. But that first story is not necessarily a story that is salable. But, by all means, write that book! (I did). However, if you really want to get published, study the market. KNOW the market. Make it easy for yourself and write what sells. Get your foot in the door.
Good advice and thanks for being here today.
Now let’s talk some specifics about Reckless in Moonlight…
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance, Older Heroine/Younger Man
Publisher: Loose Id
Release Date: January 10, 2012
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What was unique to this particular book?
It’s a “cougar” romance featuring an older woman and a younger man. The age difference is seventeen years.
Was there anything that surprised you while writing this book?
Dana Markus’s marriage of twenty-three years breaks up when her husband leaves her for a girl their daughter’s age. At the start of the novella, Dana was very bitter about it. It surprised the heck out of me when she forgave her ex and his mistress.
Did you have a favorite scene?
There’s a rather risqué exhibitionist kitchen sex scene that makes me smile every time I think about it.
Did you have a scene that was particularly hard to write? Why?
When I first submitted this story to Loose Id, it was much “sweeter.” I was told to “raunch it up” and make it a “one-handed read.” I rewrote all the sex scenes, and I added two more (including my fave, the kitchen scene). It was hard to rewrite because I felt it affected the tone of the book. However, a couple of reviewers have said the book is hot, but surprisingly sweet, so I’m pleased that my original vision still came through.
Forty-five-year-old Dana Markus knows a full moon makes people act crazy. It’s why they call the power company with stories about aliens disrupting the earth’s climate. It probably explains why her ex-husband left her for a girl scarcely older than their college-age daughter. It definitely accounts for why she impulsively invited the neighbor’s hunk of a son over for a skinny-dip. And why 28-year-old Lon Corbin accepted.
Lon doesn’t think much of the mass of rock orbiting the earth, but he does think he’s the luckiest man alive when the sexy divorcee he’s admired from afar invites him into her pool. He knows she has reservations about their age difference, but he’s planning to show her in a very physical way how good they could be together if she’ll give him the chance.
But when their simmering private passion boils over into a public relationship, family pressures and schemes threaten to split the couple apart.
The moon brought them together — but will it save them?
Back and forth, back and forth, Lon Corbin ran the sea sponge over the hood of his car. If it seemed odd that someone would wash his vehicle at night, well, the moon was full, and no one knew better than Dana Markus that moonlight compelled people to do strange things. Why else was she ogling the neighbors’ twenty-something son like he was a strawberry dipped in Godiva chocolate?
And Lon offered so much to enjoy. A tiny moan of appreciation escaped her lips. From the top of his head, covered by thick amber hair, to his bare tippy toes, his majestic, youthful body inspired her to stand and salute. Strong, broad shoulders and a smooth chest decorated by lickable flat nipples tapered to slim hips and powerful thighs that were hugged by faded blue jeans. His legs weren’t the only impressive body parts the fabric molded; the heavy denim cupped a massive bulge further showcased by the wetness of the fabric.
He’d soaked himself clean through with the hose. Water droplets sluiced down his arms, his chest, his flat abdomen…and led the way to his thick sex.
Lon dipped the sponge into the bucket again, then swirled it over the hood, round and round, making circles to ensure he got every spot. Every one. Dana admired a conscientious man who paid attention to detail, who took pride in a job well done.
He dipped again. Oops. He splashed himself with the soapy water. Dana licked her lips as her gaze followed the bubbles’ journey over his chest and down his ripped abdomen, where they soaked into the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
Oh, to be those bubbles!
Another moan, louder this time, erupted from her throat and drew Lon’s attention. Their eyes met across their adjacent driveways, and he flashed an all-American, 100 percent sexy grin.
“Hot, isn’t it?” His low voice vibrated like distant thunder, and Dana knew he wasn’t talking about the air temperature but rather the sexual tension that snapped and sizzled like a lightning strike between them. She almost could smell the ozone.
“Scorching,” she agreed. “Can I give you a hand with that?” She eyed the dripping sponge he held in his large hands.
“I was hoping you’d ask,” he said, with a grin. His ready acceptance of assistance lit a fire in her stomach. For months she’d watched Lon from afar, never exchanging more than a polite hello, never imagining she’d have a chance at anything more than a greeting. Dana glided across the driveway, tugged by the seductive promise of Lon’s gaze as if she were tethered to him, and he was reeling her in. Every step heightened her arousal. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tightened, and between her cream-slickened thighs, her swollen cunt pulsed hungrily.
Standing next to him, she could smell the detergent in the bucket and a manly, soapy scent that emanated from him, along with the even sexier aroma of clean sweat.
“Do you have another sponge?” she asked as she scanned the dark street for activity. No traffic. No late-night dog walkers. Perfect.
“You don’t need one.” Lon tossed his into the pail and propped his sexy ass against the car’s fender.
“No?” She ran a finger over his chest and circled the nipple. It perked under her touch. A sharp current of desire zinged through her clit. “What do I need?”
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