CZ: The chance to bring the characters and worlds in my mind to life.
NG: What genre(s) do you write and why?
CZ: Right now, I write m/m. I don’t really know why. I was in the middle of a het story which included two gay characters. They took over that particular story, and I morphed them into a story of their own. I just loved exploring the relationship between them, and it went from there.
NG: How would you describe your writing process?
CZ: What is a writing process? LOL. Seriously, maybe 2% plotter, 98% panster. I plunk a character down onto paper, and just go from there, letting them lead the way.
NG: Which part of the writing process to you enjoy the most...for example the inception of a storyline, world building, crafting the arc of the story or finally writing 'The End'?
CZ: World building. I love so very much to create worlds that I dream about, and expand them. But I’ve only written ‘The End’ once, and I have to say there was nothing like that thrill of it.
NG: What can readers always count on when reading one of your books?
CZ: I hope they can expect strong characters. I lack, I fear, in some areas, but I think my characters’ emotions are my strength.
NG: We are all constantly growing as writers. What's the one thing you wished you had known about the publishing world before you got into the biz?
CZ: That there is a formula. Why I thought I could just write a story, any length, any format, and just send it in, “Here’s my story, print it please’ I don’t know. It IS a business. I understand and respect that now.
NG: Any advice you’d like to share with aspiring authors?
CZ: Listen to those with experience. Listen. Always know you have much to learn, and don’t have such a big head that you cannot listen to those who’ve gone ahead of you.
NG: Great advice and so true! What are you working on for the 2011?
CZ: A prequel to Candy G, and another m/m novel set in Hollywood.
NG: Let's talk about your latest release Candy G! What's this story all about?
CZ: The former attorney for San Antonio’s most powerful drug lord walks away from his infamous client and becomes a local hero for doing it. He’s a victim of his intimidating reputation, but is a softie romantic at heart. He meets a beautiful young man and falls in love, and—being the stubborn Latino romantic that he is—refuses to accept that all may not be as it seems with his new lover.
NG: What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?
CZ: A challenge on an author’s loop. I’d never done a contemporary story, and tried it on for size. Then I fell for the characters.
NG: Did you face any creative challenges in the process of writing this book?
CZ: In this book, no.
NG: Give me three reasons readers will love Candy G.
CZ: 1) The hero is sexy, 2) The sex is steamy, 3) but most of all, Candy is a real human with flaws that many will want to knock him upside the stubborn head for. But they will relate to him because he IS human.
NG: Candy G sounds fantastic and I wish you all the best with this release and all future endeavors!
Candy Gonzalez, attorney for the most dangerous drug lord in San Antonio, is dubbed Mas Chignon (the baddest) by the community when he walks away from the infamous crook. But those closest to Candy know the formidable lawyer is really an old fashioned romantic with a poetic soul, whose glock shares the glove compartment with his boyhood teddy bear. When he crosses paths with gorgeous, street-wise Carlos Alvarez, Candy is sure he’s met his ideal man, and the revered Mas Chignon is brought to his lovesick knees.
Drawn to the enigmatic Candy’s’ good looks and power, Carlos becomes the attorney’s lover and falls for the beautiful, gentle man behind the Mas Chignon persona. Both men harbor secrets—Candy’s past and Carlos’ present. When their truths are revealed, the one tie that binds them could be the test that strengthens their love or the knife that severs their bond forever.
Caution! Super Sexy Excerpt Below:
Carlos sighed and glanced over his shoulder. “Thank you, mi querido. This is beautiful.”
I moved closer, circled my arms around his middle, and pulled him against me. Oh, how soft he was all wrapped in sensual silk, how good he smelled. “Are you happy, bebé?” I edged my fingers under the lapels at his neck and tugged the robe away from his shoulders. “Tell me you’re happy.”
He stretched, nuzzling into me. “Sí. I’m happy.”
Gently forcing the robe open, I bared him to the teeming city twenty-two floors below. “And you wouldn’t lie about that, would you, mi corazón?”
“No, never.” Clutching at the lapels, he tried to cover his nakedness.
“No, you wouldn’t, would you?” I forced the robe open even more. “I’m glad, bebé.”
He stiffened. “People can see us.”
“Hmm?” I licked over the small, hard surface of the diamond dove. “Let them see.”
He swallowed hard, resisting me. “It’s… this indecent exposure.” A feeble chuckle escaped him.
“So?” I slipped my fingers around his erection, fondling it, rubbing the thick hair at his base. “I don’t see a cop anywhere. Do you?”
I smoothed my hands over his chest, my palms lingering over the nipple rings, and I enjoyed the taut but supple muscles rippling beneath satiny, dark skin. I eased the silk down his arms, letting the robe float silently to the floor at his feet. Now he stood, completely naked, with nothing but my arms to cover his body.
“Oh, God,” he whimpered, pressing into me. “Not out in the open, like… oh, fuck….”
“Relax, chico, nobody can see you,” I cooed, and my hand retuned to its favorite spot—his cock.
“But… what if… somebody has… binoculars or just… really good… vision?” He put up a feeble protest, but judging by his fully erect penis that was hot in my fist, he actually enjoyed the titillation of his body, his sex, being exposed to onlookers.
“Then they’ll just see my hands feeling you up, bebé.” I dug my teeth lightly into the slope of his shoulder. “They’ll see you cum for me.”
My tongue lapped at the goose bumps on his neck, my gaze scouring the movement far below on the riverwalk. “You want to cum for me, bebé?”
What if inquisitive eyes could see from the crowd below? I’d never figured myself a sexual extrovert, so my excitement over possibly being seen surprised but also aroused me immensely.
His slender fingers wrapped around mine. “Harder,” he begged.
I thrust from behind while I fisted him and watched his body undulating with my movements. Precum leaked, and knowing how close he was drove me crazy. “Let it go, cariño. Cum for me.”
“Please,” he cried, almost under his breath, his hips pumping, fucking my hand. He groped my arms, and his fingernails dug into my flesh.
He shuddered into his orgasm, and I gently fisted until he was spent, then turned him to face me and enveloped him in my robe.
Sated, he gazed up at me, serenity glowing soft in his brown eyes. He scrunched closer to me and laughed. “You turned me into a pervert.”
“Mmm.” I rested my chin on his mussed hair. “I love my little pervert.”
Squinting, he smirked. “You were getting off to it, too.”
“So I was.” My arms bundled him tighter. “But it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. You came very quickly. So it only seemed like forever.”
“What are you sorry for, bebé?”
“For coming… so….” Dark lashes lowered over his eyes.
“Listen to me, Carlos.” I touched a finger under his chin, coaxing his gaze to mine. “Oh, bebé, I love how you cum.” I kissed his forehead. “I love how quiet and soft you get off. It turns me on, makes me crazy for you.”
“I never came this fast, Candy, for other men.” He clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip. “It’s just that you….” Glancing off to a chair in the corner of the patio, he murmured, “It’s just that you get to me.” He returned his gaze to mine.
“Do you realize that you can even look at me sometimes, and I nearly shoot off in my fucking pants?”
“Really? I didn’t realize I had such powers.”
He nodded. “From the first time I saw you.” His attention swung to the chair again. “Fuck. Your eyes, so strong but so sweet, and… damn… your body. And when you first looked at me….” Stopping, he just shook his head.
“I’ve told you a million times, chico, that I wanted you the second I did lay eyes on you. And it’s only gotten stronger.”
“Let me make love to you.” He squirmed deeper into my embrace.
“Nah.” Rocking him in my arms, I said, “You know what? I just want to hold you, look at you.”
“Yeah, my prick is hard as a rock.”
“So—” He shrugged.
“So my hard-on can wait a little. Besides, you wanted to order a banana split from room service.”
Did those words come from my mouth? I needed him, and my dick was rigid, but oddly, I desperately wanted to bury myself in his beauty, not his ass, right then. The night was so good, so right, but the anxiety over Jesse’s information brought out the need to hold Carlos, as though somehow embracing him would make all the doubt go away.
Candy G is available now with Dreamspinner Press!
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