Describe a typical day in the life of Layna Pimentel.
I get up every day at 5:30 and head to work. After that, I normally get supper ready, and after that’s done do I get to write/edit/read.
What is your favorite junk food?
I love chips, but I’m deeply fond of Belgian truffles and anything coated in caramel.
What do you like to do for fun and relax?
If reading is absolutely out of the question, I enjoy hiking.
If we were to come over to your house for dinner, what dish would you make us?
My husband would probably take over the task as he’d like to show off his mad skills. I suspect he’d put a roast on a spit, grill some veggies, and perhaps a pilaf of sorts.
Who is your celebrity crush?
Hmm…I have so many, but I suppose if I had to stick to only one I’d pick Gerard Butler.
What three words would your family use to describe you?
Loud, wino (‘cuz I love my wine), and persistent.
Who are some of your favorite authors?
I have too many, but to rhyme off a few names who inspired me to write are: Julie Garwood, Lisa Kleypas, Christina Dodd, Kelley Armstrong, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Cherise Sinclair.
If you had the chance to meet one author – past or present – who would it be? Why?
Christina Dodd. Ever since watching her presentation online at a national conference a few years back, I’ve always wanted meet her. Weird I know. There’s so many people I wish I could meet, but I’d probably faint within a few yards of them.
Writing can be a crazy business. How do you stay positive within the craziness?
I like to keep realistic about things. Being a subjective business and all, I remind myself that you can’t take things too personal or seriously.
Did you always want to be an author?
In one form or another I suppose. I originally started out writing poetry, so who knew that I’d end up writing erotic romantic fiction ten years later.
No matter the story, where do you always draw inspiration from when you begin each story?
Music. My mood seems to swing with what I listen to, which then in turn works its way into my fiction.
What do you find most challenging about writing?
Translating the perfect scene in your head onto paper has got to be the biggest challenge of them all. If often worry if readers are getting the scene the same way I intended.
A SINFUL EDUCATION
Lord Charles Avonlea has evaded marriage over the last year, but his mother is determined to find him a wife. Far from consenting to any of her choices, he sets his sights on the one woman unavailable to him, his best friend’s younger sister. With no regard for the law or her impending nuptials, he is determined to make Lady Emily Thompson his bride. The only trouble is, he’s stumbled upon dangerous information and hopes he can get to her before it’s too late.
Stunned and dismayed at discovering the arrangement between her mother and the Duke of Downsbury, Lady Emily Thompson searches for a way to break the marriage pact with the duke. She longs to be with the only man who indulges her curiosity, yet finds herself in the middle of a scandal that will crush her dreams forever.
Will she find a way out of marrying the duke, or will she find herself in the same predicament at the previous duchess? Which was dead.
How would he perceive her after tonight? Would he deem her the most incorrigible female ever bestowed upon London? Or, would he call her a minx and throw her out of his room? Her only desire was to learn, to educate herself in the ways of pleasure for when her time came to be a wife. To become a wife in name was not an option, nor did she want to play second fiddle to another woman. Yet, the truth be told, Emily desired to get closer with the earl.
Suddenly, the image forever engrained upon her mind of a woman’s mouth wrapped around a manhood seemed more of a challenge. The kind of challenge that would certainly scandalize any respectable female. But she desired to know the intricacies of said intimate moments. Perhaps Charles would find it as pleasurable. Emily shook her head and pulled off her covers.
She rose from the bed and put on her slippers and robe. Using the utmost discretion, she opted to leave behind the candlestick and left her room in the dark, knowing all too well it was only the two of them in this side of the house.
Emily gently closed her chamber door and swept down the hall, pausing outside of his room. The glow of the fireplace danced across the floor under the door, but all was silent. Perhaps he was reading from the privacy of the curtained platform bed or standing in the window, basking in the view the west side of the manor offered.
She quietly opened his door and closed it behind her.
No one stirred, nor made a sound.
She took a step forward, parting her lips to call for him.
A soft moan caught her attention and uncertainty crept up her spine. She should not have proceeded, but went on to appease her curiosity. Stealing further into the room, she paused in the corner.
She caught sight of his lordship through the break of the curtains. Charles’ eyes were closed, chest exposed as his hand moved beneath the sheet barely covering his waist.
Lord, he’s a sight to watch, but what exactly is he doing?
Emily moved closer, but could not make head or tails of his motions. That is, until he called out, “Emily.”
He moaned then kicked off his sheets.
Good heavens, the sight of him was impressive. Dark, curly hair dusted his chest. His muscles so refined that the creases begged her to touch them. Dampness settled between her thighs again. What the hell is wrong with me? Did he just moan out my name?
She could see clearly now as he stroked his manhood.
Emily gasped and stepped back, bumping into a chair. Drats!
Avonlea opened his eyes.
She lost all sense of what she had stumbled upon. She should not have been there, no matter how glorious or how beautiful he looked with his eyes closed, or how impressive his body appeared. She would land straight in purgatory for this sin and many others, but she stood at the edge of the platform still.
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Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:
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