The Scorpion’s Empress by Yoshiyuki Ly

 
Q&A with Bell, Book and Erotica

The Scorpion’s Empress by Yoshiyuki Ly

Q: What inspired you to write this book?

A: My cynicism with American wealth inequality and money in politics.

Q: How long did it take you to write the book?

A: Five months with a two month break in between chapters eight and nine. So, technically,

Q: Did you find the erotic scenes hard to write? If so, why?

Q: Do you have a favourite scene in the book? If so, which?

A: The scene in chapter eight when Videl and Vespair speak again after a while passes.

Q: How old were you when you started writing?

A: Twelve, but not as a major hobby until I was seventeen.

Q: Where do you get your book ideas from?

A: My best ideas come from real life situations that challenge me in some way. Playing video

games, listening to music, or reflecting on my past gives shape to those ideas, creating the

visuals and emotions I need to put everything together.

Q: Are you going to write more books? If so, will you continue to do so under the erotic

A: I’m working on a few now under the same genre.

Q: Do you think people are becoming more accepting of erotica?

A: Yes, it’s more mainstream.

Q: Have you self-published? If so, what have been the negatives and positives?

A: I did a few years ago. I had no idea about advertising and the amount of work involved.

But I did like how easy it was to get the process started.

Q: In your opinion, what elements make a good erotic scene in a book?

A: If it’s realistic and the scene challenges the characters mentally and/or emotionally.

Q: If you could be a character from one of your books, who would you be and why?

A: Nyte, because I like her dynamic with Stella.

Q: What is your all time favourite book?

A: Consider What Becomes of the Ashes by Pixelnyx.

Q: As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A: A lawyer or an artist.

Q: What’s next for you?

A: Editing my two books that are nearly done and getting them published.

 

 


The Scorpion’s Empress
Yoshiyuki Ly
Genre: Erotic romance
Publisher: Solstice Publishing
Date of Publication: June 1st, 2016
Number of pages: 185
Word Count: 60,900
Cover Artist: Michelle Crocker
Book Description:
After years of serving a corrupt government, Ser Videl, an idealistic paladin, learns that her younger sister is tangled in a dark scheme against Raj Mangala, the compassionate yet troubled empress of the city’s oppressed lowtown; the two women meet and are deeply drawn to one another, finding a shared sanctuary in their violently-divided city. The Scorpion’s Empress is intimately written through the eyes of both twenty-seven year old women.
Videl’s loving devotion is just what Raj craves, but Raj is wary of letting her guard down while protecting her throne. Determined to prove her worth, Videl chases after Raj and works to unravel the mystery of the plots against the empress. Raj wants Videl to serve her emotional and sexual needs, and the two explore a meaningful relationship of dominance and submission that delves fully into their deepest wants. When the conspiracy against Raj comes to a head, Videl’s loyalties are tested when she is forced to choose between her past and her empress.
About the Author:
Yoshiyuki Ly was born in San Diego, CA. She lived there until moving away to college. In high school, she began writing fanfiction as a serious hobby. Her pen name is representative of her multiracial heritage and a unique, diverse outlook that is reflective in her work. While pursuing an undergraduate degree in philosophy, she spent her free time reading the works of Virginia Woolf, Soren Kierkegaard and Simone de Beauvoir. She then spent the next years honing her craft to become a published author.

A Midsummer Night’s Mechanical by Kirsten Weiss

CHAPTER ONE

San Francisco, California Territory, June 1849.

Sensibility sat cross-legged upon her bed and tried not to think. She tried not to think of

the ache where her stays pinched her back. She tried not to think of tomorrow’s journey across

the American wilderness. She tried not to think about the clamor of banging drums and tootling

fifes and—

“Oh, good gad!” She clenched her fist, pieces of quartz crystal biting into her flesh.

Sensibility sprang from the bed and threw open the boarding house window. Oppressive heat,

acrid from the nearby outhouse, rolled into the room. Wrinkling her nose, she leaned out over the

fenced back yard and craned her neck. The afternoon sun streamed through the laundry, hanging

limp on the line. From her position, she couldn’t see the street procession. But neither could she

avoid hearing their blasted parade.

Something scuttled near her elbow, and she jerked away, slamming her head on the

window frame. White pain arced through her skull.

A baby raccoon, not much larger than the palm of her hand, cowered on the other end of

the narrow sill. It scrabbled, hunching into a tight ball, trapped on the high ledge.

“Ow.” She winced, rubbing her throbbing head and glad her chignon had taken the brunt

of the blow. “How on earth did you get up here?”

The raccoon mewled.

“You shall have to make your own way home, for you cannot come inside. Mrs. Watson

has a strict rule about animals inside her boarding house.”

Gently, so as not to disturb the creature, she shut the window. The raccoon peered over

the ledge then looked at her, his expression plaintive.

Attempting to ignore the animal, she paced the denuded room, her brown skirts swishing.

They had ample space to swish. Nearly all her belongings lay compressed into a single

carpetbag, set before the empty wardrobe. The bedroom had an air of abandonment.

Unsettled, Sensibility rattled the quartz crystals in her hand and glanced to the window.

The animal stared inside, forlorn.

She tugged at her collar. It was such a small thing. But rules were rules. “You found your

way onto the ledge. You can find your own way down.”

Sensibility turned to the journal open on the desk. Her sketch of an unworldly creature

she’d once encountered scowl from the page. Frowning, she slammed the book shut. It had been

careless of her to have left it open. Strange, she couldn’t remember examining the journal before

she’d gone downstairs to retrieve her luncheon.

The crystals pressed into her palm. She was so close to a breakthrough in aether

technology, but the clues remained buried. Buried in the remains of her father’s last journal.

Hidden in a journal from a traveling occultist. Scattered throughout her own notes and theories.

One day soon, she would fit those pieces together. It was madness to hope she could solve that

problem today.

Sensibility opened her hand and gazed at the quartz crystals. She’d mastered the use of

aether to power small devices. But aether had other applications, such as distance control and

distance vision. These applications eluded her. “There has to be a way…”

She glanced at the window.

The animal raised itself on its hind legs and pressed its tiny black paws to the glass.

Sensibility groaned. “I know I’ll regret this.” Pocketing the crystals, she opened the

window.

The raccoon cowered.

“You,” she said, “being a wild animal, will attempt to bite me if I rescue you. But I will

have none of it. I shall pick you up, I shall take you outside, and you shall neither bite nor

scratch. Do you understand?”

In a swift motion, she grasped it by the scruff of the neck and lifted it inside. It writhed,

and her grasp on it loosened.

She gasped. “Don’t….”

The raccoon dropped to her desk and shook its head. Whiskers twitching, it scuttled to

her abandoned luncheon tray and made free with a bit of toast.



A Midsummer Night’s Mechanical
Sensibility Grey Series 
of Steampunk Suspense Book 3
Kirsten Weiss
Genre: Steampunk/suspense
Publisher: Misterio Press
Date of Publication: May 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-944767-00-6
ASIN: B01DOKO6CA
Number of pages: 224
Word Count: 69,000
Cover Artist: Kirsten Weiss
Book Description:
A Midsummer Murder
The California Territory, 1849
Blamed for burning down the San Francisco wharf, clockwork inventor, Sensibility Grey has spent the last three months in hiding. Now all she wants is to depart the gold-crazy boomtown for a new life in the East. So when the owner of a traveling theater offers her work embellishing his mechanical stage, she turns him down. Then he turns up dead on her doorstep along with his enigmatic stage.
An explorer of the mysteries of aether, Sensibility has her own secrets to keep, and adversaries who’ll stop at nothing to learn them. Is the mechanical stage a part of a bigger game? Or the key to unlocking her true, magical potential?
A Midsummer Night’s Mechanical is book three in the Sensibility Grey series of steampunk suspense.
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About the Author:
Kirsten Weiss worked overseas for nearly fourteen years, in the fringes of the former USSR and in South-east Asia.  Her experiences abroad sparked an interest in the effects of mysticism and mythology, and how both are woven into our daily lives.
Now based in San Mateo, CA, she writes steampunk suspense and paranormal mysteries, blending her experiences and imagination to create a vivid world of magic and mayhem. Kirsten has never met a dessert she didn’t like, and her guilty pleasures are watching Ghost Whisperer re-runs and drinking red wine.
Sign up for her newsletter to get a free copy of the full length urban fantasy novel, The Alchemical Detective, and updates on her latest work at: http://kirstenweiss.com
Twitter: @KirstenWeiss

 

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The Queen’s Dance by Jamie K. Schmidt

Excerpt 1:

Margery was lying out in the sun again. She felt the heat press into her bones from the

hard deck under her and the rays beating into her skin.

Bliss.

Listening, she could hear the creak of the deck chair and the splash of the waves. Where

was Remy?

She wanted to open her eyes and sit up, but she didn’t know where they were. Would she

be flashing all of Lake Champlain? Her hands inched around on the deck hoping to find her

bikini. No luck. But she did feel a sheet balled up at the very edge of her reach. Snatching it, she

wrapped it around herself and sat up and wobbled—she’d had tequila hangovers that didn’t feel

like this. When her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, she realized she was alone.

“Remy?” she called. She didn’t feel up to standing, so she sat there on deck and

wondered why she’d passed out. It had just been starting to get good, too. Margery touched her

lips where Remy’s kisses had left their brand then smiled and hoped he didn’t think he’d

frightened her.

While she’d gotten really cold, and the dark did remind her briefly of being a prisoner

below deck with the pirates, that’s where the similarities ended. Margery knew Remy would

never hurt her. She wasn’t sure why she’d passed out, but it had nothing to do with him.

Concentrating, she tried to emerge into a dragon so she could fly around the lake, but pain

jackhammered into her skull until she was retching bile over the side of the deck.

“Shit,” she gurgled.

She thumped back to the deck and closed her eyes until the pain went away, which took

longer than she expected. Luckily, the sun’s warmth bored into her every pore, and the headache

eased to a mild throb. Margery stretched and rolled over so she wouldn’t get sunburned.

Too bad she’d passed out. She didn’t quite get the politics of the consort thing, but if it

was a choice between Remy, Casimiro, and a total stranger, her best bet was Remy. It didn’t

have to be love, after all. Not yet, anyway. It would have been nice to have a night of mind-

blowing sex and fall asleep cuddled up in a man’s arms. Ever since Casimiro did a number on

her heart, Margery wasn’t too keen on letting that organ decide her bed partners. Her libido had

good taste, and right now Remy would fit the bill. If she could stay conscious for it.

A big wave lifted the boat, and she clutched at the deck as the vessel swayed nearly to

tipping. Then Remy launched onto the deck. He was fully dressed and not even dripping.

She squinted up at him. “How do you do that?”

“Did you have a nice night?” he asked, turning his back on her to go to the helm and raise

the anchor.

The Queen’s Dance

The Emerging Queens Series
Book Three
Jamie K. Schmidt
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Entangled
Date of Publication: 5/23/16
Number of pages: 267
Word Count: 63,000
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Book Description:
After newly shifted dragon Queen, Margery Cooper, is rescued from smugglers she has a choice to continue to hunt down the story that nearly killed her when she was an investigative reporter or embrace her royalty and build a court of protectors and studs.  Remy “Champ” Champlain is first on the scene and assigned her protector while she sorts out her affairs.  He wants nothing more to get back to his solitude and his small town, but as an unclaimed dragon he doesn’t get a choice. 
The Queen is his responsibility until her court is formalized.  He wants to settle her down right away, but she has this wild hair up her Queenly butt to find out who is smuggling dangerous drugs into the country. 
Sparks fly between them, but as she’s a sky dragon and he’s a water dragon, well she can’t swim and he can’t fly and those aren’t the only differences they’re facing.
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author, Jamie K. Schmidt, writes erotic contemporary love stories and paranormal romances.  Her Club Inferno series from Random House’s Loveswept line has hit both the Amazon and Barnes & Noble top one hundred lists.   She has two other series with Loveswept: Hawaii Heat, in which the first book Life’s A Beach is the perfect staycation to Maui, and The Sentinels of Babylon, about members of vigilante Motorcycle Club and their old ladies. Her dragon paranormal romance series from Entangled Publishing, has been called “fun and quirky” and “endearing.” Partnered with New York Times bestselling author and former porn actress, Jenna Jameson, Jamie’s hardcover debut, SPICE, continues Jenna’s FATE trilogy.
An avid knitter and jewelry maker, Jamie is never bored.  She can often be found with a mug of tea on the computer flanked by her little dogs & fluffy white cat.  You can follow her on twitter at @Jamiekswriter or on her author page on Facebook. When she’s not writing or crafting, Jamie loves playing games, everything from board games to strategy card games, console and online MMORPGs.