Today, we are visiting with author D. X. Luc, whose recent release is Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home, a fantasy erotic romance.
What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author?
I really enjoy the criticism. It helps me perfect my skills as a writer. As for specifics, my toughest was for my first book. I’m still new but I learned that I went too deep into background in the beginning which was boring for the reader. Luckily the rest of the book did pick up, but now I know to not try and fill all the details in the front. I try and spread it out as the characters and plot progresses. I have to say though, it did bother me a bit because I thought, “Oh no, my first review and I’ve failed!” But I realize that wasn’t the case lol.
What is the easiest part of writing for you? What is the hardest part?
The easiest part for me is coming up with a story. I always have them floating around in my mind. The hardest part really is the end. I hate saying goodbye to my characters.
Do you have any advice to aspiring writers?
Never give up and find as many blogs and research articles to help you perfect your writing skills. Free advice is great, especially when coming from already published authors who’ve been where you are.
Name some of your favorite movies.
My favorites are Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Legend. I will always stop to watch them if they’re on.
Name some of your favorite books.
My first loves were books by Virginia Henley, then Catherine Coulter. I love Angelia Whiting and Lora Leigh. Sherrilyn Kenyon. So many to name really.
Do you have a writing regimen?
I try to have one. I’m a stay at home mom of three, I homeschool, and I make baby items for an online store. Finding time is often hard, but when I can get it, I do.
What are the perks of being an author?
Seeing my dreams come true. I’ve always wanted to be a “story teller” since I was a child and now I have that honor of being such.
You are having a dinner party. You are able to invite one literary character, one president, one musician, one sports figure and one movie villain.
Literary Character: Santiago from Old Man and the Sea
President: Abraham Lincoln
Musician: Chris Cornell
Sports Figure: Clay Matthews (mmmm)
Movie Villain: Hannibal Lecter
Fuzzy socks or slippers? Fuzzy socks
What’s your favorite shape? Circle
Crayons, markers or paint? Crayons
Spanish or French? French
Bestseller: Rick Riordan
Now you get to ask me a question: If you had a choice, would you have a pet ball python or a pink tarantula?
I’d prefer the pink tarantula because it’s cute and pink is one of my favorite colors. Plus, its tank wouldn’t have to be that large.
Thanks so much for taking the time to visit with us D.X.! I wish you the most success in your future endeavors.
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Imagine having someone so devoted to you and you don’t even know it. What if that person, that perfect one was right under your nose? What if that person was not only the hero of your heart, but a savior to many?
Dorothy Gale found herself growing older and was stuck in neutral. She wanted adventure and love. Yet her love life was non-existent, with only fantasies of hot sex and being dominated keeping her company. Lacking in human companionship, she felt blessed to have her devoted dog, Toto. He was her solace. Little did she know, her dog had a big secret and an even greater destiny.
There she was, her body pale and still in the dimly lit cave. Toto had gotten back hours ago, made another fire, ate, and found himself in a conundrum. Should he shift or stay a man, was a question that plagued him. He weighed the pros and cons, but they kept evening out. He had to get air, and away from her in the vulnerable state she was in. Moving to the mouth of the cave, he saw the sun peeking below the horizon. He hadn’t stopped to rest on his way back from Nessarose and knew he couldn’t if he wanted. The sounds of beasts on the forest floor added to his list of why he needed to stay a man. He couldn’t protect her if he were a dog. She also wasn’t very good at reading maps and would probably get lost.
His final reason as to why he made his choice was that she had never actually seen him as a man. Except that one time when she saw his reflection in the window, but he had changed fast enough for her to think she was going crazy. Toto knew what he would do. With a determined stride, he made his way back to her side and glided a hand down her silky thigh. Stopping at her bare foot, he lifted it and with a deep breath, slipped the boot over the delicate arch, repeating the task on the other side. Knowing there was no turning back, he slowly zipped them up, then sat back, hoping beyond all hope they would wake her.
Toto held his breath and waited as the exotic shoes shimmered and pulsated with light that traveled up the length of Dorothy’s body. The glow became too bright for his sensitive eyes and he had to turn his head to keep from being blinded. Several minutes passed before it died down and he cautiously turned his head back. Mouth agape, he knew the woman sitting before him was Dorothy and yet, she looked like a different person. Her red hair, usually pulled into a tight bun, flowed in luscious waves that cascaded down to her breasts. Her outfit seemed to have a life of its own and he itched to pull her into his arms. He hadn’t realized he moved closer to touch her until he heard her sharp intake and saw that her vibrant green eyes were filled with both fire and fear.
“Wh-who are you? Where am I?”