It is my absolute pleasure to welcome Milly Taiden today. I’ve known Milly for just over a year now. Not long, and frankly I’m in awe of her. In the short time I’ve known her, I’ve personally seen her release 12 books. 12! She’s visited often with her numerous cover reveals and new releases, but I think this is the first time we’ve actually sat down to talk.
Milly Taiden is somebody I always love to make time for. She a fantastic person (and she throws great Facebook parties Milly writes Paranormal Romance. Her current/upcoming release is A Mate’s Bite, Book 2 in the Sassy Mates Series. I’ve read both these books and all of her others. If you haven’t read a Milly Taiden book yet, shame on you. But, don’t worry, there’s still time!
Tell us a little about yourself, Milly. How did you start writing?
I started writing since I learned to write. I used to make up stories and loved creating new worlds where my toys were real. I used to talk to my dolls and even other objects like my stuffed animals. There was always a story behind everything and I would put my imagination to work by trying to figure it out.
Hmm, I’m thinking about those conversations between Barbie and Ken. Or Barbie and G.I. Joe. LOL! What drew you to this particular genre?
I’ve always been a fan of all things paranormal. Ghosts. Shapeshifters. Vampires. You name it, I love it. One of the big things I love is romance. So when I thought of putting the two together it was like the first time I ate chocolate. AWESOME!
I hear you. Have you ever considered another genre? And if so which one?
I write contemporary as well. Under the name April Angel. Some of my stories don’t have heroes who growl or shift. Some guys are physically or emotionally wounded and need a regular girl to help them move forward.
And let’s not forget, they are all HOT! So, where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, outline, or…?
Um this is probably going to make a plotter tear their hair out. I don’t do any of those. A story starts out in my head and I roll it around a lot before finally deciding to write. When I start I think of a loose outline (sort of like bullet points) of what will happen. Each thing will be a chapter that ends up expanded later one. Then I get to writing. I may deviate from the outline, but I always use it to rein the story back whenever I get stuck.
Hey I do that too. I’ve tried plotting. Got bored. Went back to my very chaotic approach. It works. What’s the most important thing you’ve learned so far that’s improved your writing from that very first book to now?
You need a good editor. You need a good editor. You need a GOOD EDITOR. I know all of us authors like to think we know what we’re doing and a first draft might sound perfect, but it isn’t perfect. Editors need editors if they’re writers. Editors catch things you won’t. Plot issues. Character development. Inconsistencies. Problems that you don’t even know are there. They catch. And they can make your story so much better by cleaning out things you didn’t even realize were weighing it down. I have had the privilege of working with some fantastic editors. Currently, Rachel “Wonder Woman” Firasek does my editing (rachelfirasek.com) she is unbelievable and quite extraordinary in every sense of the word. An amazing editor anyone would be lucky to work with.
Oh, I can certainly attest to Rachel’s greatness. Rachel “discovered” me. And I will be forever thankful. How many hours a day to you spend writing? Do you have a routine?
If I’m lucky a few. If not, none. I work a full time job, have a family and do a lot of promo so writing is making time for it. But some days there’s just no time. I try to carve out min. one hour or more to either write or promo but I never know how it will go.
Oh, don’t I know it. People are often astounded when they realize this writing business IS a full time job in additional for everything else. If you could give a new writer or even a younger version of yourself advice what would it be?
Listen to your gut. You can do this. Hire good help. Don’t worry about the price when it will pay off with a well established reputation and some amazing professional friends.
Good advice. What’s your favorite “non-writing” activity?
Reading. And watching scary movies. And shopping. Wait. I should put that in order. Shopping. Watching scary movies. And Reading. LOL
Mine would be reading, shoe shopping, reading, and watching T.V. So Milly, you’ve got a few series out now. Who’s your favorite couple? And Why?
I don’t really have a special couple. I love them all. They are all different but great. I think my current WIP couple is probably on my mind the most at this time, but they all hold a special place in my heart.
If you could be any character in any one of your stories or somebody else’s – who would it be?
I think I would be Ellie Wolfe from my Sassy Mates Series. She’s a very powerful and strong female shifter. But she’s incredibly kind-hearted. And she’s debating ignoring protocol and going to help her man because she is tired of watching him struggle. I’d be like that. I don’t like to watch anyone who needs help. I’m a doer. And so is Ellie.
What’s next for you in terms of writing?
More writing. I have a few things in the works but can’t really say which one is next since I am weird and always work on 2-3 at the same time. One of them will be next but not sure which.
Well I’m weird with you, my friend, I think I currently have 4 in various stages of completion. We like variety I guess List a couple of your favorite authors we would find you reading when taking a break from your own writing.
And lots of others but I make time for those ladies. They absolutely rock.
I’m so glad we finally got a chance to sit down and talk, Milly. I wish you all the best with this project and your next, and all those that follow!
Thanks for letting me visit Anne! It’s always great to hang out with you
So now, let’s get a taste of Milly’s latest.
Let’s meet the characters…
A Mate’s Bite
Mission: Don’t fall in love
After an explosive night of passion during a scenting ceremony, Karla Alves is sure she was just a one night stand for the man she’d been crushing on for years. She teased him and pleased him, and Nate hasn’t been around since. Her fear of becoming clingy kept her from risking her heart and asking for more than a few hours of skin sin.
Mission: Crack her walls
She. Is. His. Nathan Wolfe marked Karla. His mate. Deeply involved in pack politics, Nate has had to stay away. When his sister warns that Karla needs him more than he thinks, he’ll discover a bundle of secrets only his wolf can sniff out. But getting the woman he cares about to let down her guard may prove to be his undoing.
Mission: Embrace the bite
With Karla’s wayward sister wreaking havoc and friends needing more of his time than ever, Nate will have to rearrange his priorities if he ever hopes to earn Karla’s trust. But will time with her be enough? Only true love and a wolf’s promise can hold together a relationship created with a bite, a scenting, and a hope for tomorrow.
Karla Alves listened to her friend’s hushed arguing—back and forth—over using the word “over.” She wanted to step in and tell them all to forget about the stupid word and remember the scenting ritual. After all, that was the whole reason they were using the stinking radio devices in the first place. The entire conversation was ridiculous, and she wished there was a mute button she could press. She peered into the woods and tugged on the ear piece.
“We are wearing frigging black spandex for you. I draw the line at painting lines on my face and hauling army gear. I am not going to end each thing I say with over,” Jordan threw in.
Thank you, Jordan. If Karla hadn’t agreed to help video the ceremony so Jordan could write a book for their friend Ellie, the only wolf shifter in the group, she’d never have thought to show up and peep into the ancient ritual.
Karla glanced down at the ceremony area. The Sexy Four—Ellie’s fine and fabulous brothers whom they all secretly loved to crush over—had just spoken to their parents before they separated and moved into the woods. Nerves and something like excitement sizzled in Karla’s blood. Great. She must be nuts if she thought being out there with the very real possibility of getting caught was exciting.
Emma barked out another radio command. That did it. She yanked the earpiece out. She was getting a migraine listening to all the orders from her friend. She loved Emma, really, she did. But she couldn’t handle any of her drill sergeant commands tonight.
Karla pushed another curl behind her ear while she ground her teeth. Her clothes were uncomfortable, and she kept stomping her feet in restlessness as if she was waiting for something big to happen.
The last time she’d felt this way, her brother Kelvin said she’d get into trouble. Sure enough, later that night, she’d had a fender-bender with a cop. Kelvin told her to stop ignoring her instincts and listen to what they said. Right now, they told her to get the heck out of there because she was in over her head. But did she listen? Oh, hell no. The excitement of seeing wolves in a mating ritual was just too enticing. Who in their right mind could turn the offer down? Obviously, this wasn’t something humans should be privy to, so her group of friends were to hide and stay quiet the entire night.
Karla had been tempted to point out all that was wrong with their plan, but she’d held back.
- She hadn’t appreciated the black clothing request. She was hot. The damn yoga pants were from last year. They were a size too small and cut off her tummy, giving her a muffin top. She tugged at the front of the black tank and blew air into her boobs. It was hot.
- They hadn’t eaten first. Now she was sweaty and hungry.
- She has a perfectly good home that she could be in. Far away from trees, dirt, and creepy noises in the dark. Oh how’d she’d love to be wearing her stars and moons pajama pants in her too cold house.
Crouched down, she glanced at the ceremony area. Her thoughts turned back to the Sexy Four, and particularly Nate—the man no one else had ever measured up to. Nate, with his muscular body and tribal tattoos over his arms and chest. He had enough that she could spend a full day drawing each line of them with her fingers. Nate, with his pierced ears and all the making of a bad, bad boy she should really stay away from. But she couldn’t.
She remembered the first time she’d met him at Ellie’s house. The way he’d smiled. She was never the same again. Christ. That was almost seven years back. He’d come to her rescue multiple times. She’d blown a tire once, and he’d shown up out of nowhere to fix it before she had a chance to call a tow truck. And she would never forget the time they’d gone to the masquerade ball Ellie had for one of her birthdays. That had been the very first night Karla had worn a girly dress and done her best to look pretty. Or as pretty as she could get away with. The gold medieval gown she’d borrowed from her drama class had allowed her to look the part of a beautiful princess. Nate had worn a pirate outfit. The one with his chest all bare. At the time, his hair had been longer, shaggy and tempting her to run her fingers through. The tight pants and almost wild features had played havoc with her thinking ability.
When she’d seen him, all she could think of was touching his half-naked chest, running her nails down the washboard abs, and biting a nipple that continued to peek from the white shirt. One look. That’s all it took for some kind of magic to happen. Her heart beat fast and her palms moistened with perspiration. She’d rushed away to grab a much-needed breath of fresh air. He’d followed her outside and kissed her. A single kiss under the moonlight, and she’d become infatuated with him for the rest of her college years. The memory of his firm warm lips over hers rushed blood to her head. Her lips tingled with the reminder of how much he’d turned her on.
Her infatuation with him wasn’t healthy, and it bordered on pathetic. Tired of feeling like a failure in the relationship department, tired of waiting on a man who might never be, she needed to start dating. She wanted a family of her own. She wanted a man who would be there long term. She wanted more.
Of course, none of her other friends ever mentioned her lack of social life, but that was because they didn’t have much of one either. Emma didn’t think they noticed how obsessed she was with Mason, and Nic tried to hide her attraction to Jake to no avail.
Besides, Karla had never dated much anyway. And unlike what her sister believed, it wasn’t because she was curvy. Not at all. She loved her smaller waist and bigger hips. Heck, most men loved her big boobs and ass. Latinas were proud of their bodies, and she was no exception. But she didn’t have much of a social life because her mind was always running rampant with thoughts of Ellie’s older brother. No matter what she tried, her brain didn’t listen and focused on Nate and all his sexy tattooed glory for most of her daydreams.
A warm breeze ruffled the trees, and she glanced at her camera. The stupid tripod didn’t want to stay in place. She grumbled under her breath. Squatting down, she jiggled the tiny metal legs into the earth, hoping to steady it. A couple of rocks would help. She grabbed a few of the biggest ones and circled the tripod legs with them to keep it stable.
Long strands of frizzy hair kept falling forward out of her ponytail, tickling the side of her face. She tugged the annoying hair behind her ear and continued to mess with the tripod.
“Stupid, friggin’, piece of—”
A low growl sounded close. Too close. She whipped up to her feet, still holding one of the rocks in her hands and turned in a flash. Unfortunately, she was also one of the clumsiest people and tripped on her own feet. She lost her balance, and she fell on her ass.
A howl sounded from the ceremony site, and she scrambled to her knees to watch one of the wolves, she’d guess it was Marco because he was bigger, sniffing Kelly’s behind.
“Just like a man to go straight for the goods.” She snorted.
But she didn’t get a chance to keep watching. Something bumped her backside, pushing her forward. She tangled on the tripod and fell on her face.
“Oh, for crying out loud.” Clearly, she sucked at being inconspicuous. Strands of hair fell forward, covering her vision. She lifted on all four and flipped to sit on her ass. There he was, the one shifter that drove her absolutely crazy in every way possible.
“Spot? What are you doing here? And why did you bury your nose in my ass, you pervert?”
Not that it turned her on that he put his nose in her ass. It was…weird. He growled. The low deep sound twisted her belly into all kinds of knots. Oh, boy. She was in trouble. Staring at his cute furry face, she was very tempted to lift a hand and pet him.
Nathan, big, bad, sexy, pierced hunk of male candy stood not more than five feet in front of her in his wolf form. The form that looked like a cute Dalmatian-wolf with a white spot over his muzzle, hence the name she’d given him, “Spot.”
His eyes glittered in that golden shade from his animal. A shiver raced down her spine.
“I know how this must look, but it’s not what you think.” She felt like a moron talking to him when he was a giant wolf. He took a step toward her. She squiggled an inch further away. With a quick swipe, she moistened her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. “We were invited to be here. I swear.”
Where the hell was the conviction she always spoke with in front of him? Oh, gone into the depths of hell it seemed. He took another step closer, between her open legs.
“Spot? Nathan—Nate,” she murmured, hoping he’d forget she was there and not tell the others he’d found her. “I’ll go now. I…I’m here for research purposes only.”
Her mind ran a million miles per hour. What should she do? Another step. His muzzle got too close to her crotch for comfort.
What was he doing?
“Hey!” She instinctively slapped his nose and scooted back. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Her temper rose and deflated as she watched him shift in front of her. Wow. She’d never actually seen him do this up close before. Okay, she’d never seen him go from wolf to man, only man to wolf and that had been one time. This was…new. Different. And very interesting. There was no looking away. Bones popped, fur receded, and oh dear God, what was left behind should be on a calendar of lickable hot bodies. Hell, she wouldn’t mind having a photo of him on the ceiling of her bedroom like a teen heartthrob. That body was one she wouldn’t mind panting over for hours.
Muscles replaced fur. Bulging arms and legs replaced paws, and yes, there it was, a straining erection between his legs. His big body loomed over her.
She swallowed hard. “You’re…um…you’re naked.”
She’d never seen him naked. Ever. She’d definitely imagined him naked, but this was better than her imagination. A quick flare of curiosity burst free. Stop it! She would end up in even bigger trouble if she did what she wanted and ran her nails down his body. What a body.
His nostrils flared. “I know.”
“No. I mean…you’re really, really naked,” she repeated in stupefied fascination. He had the kind of body she could stare at for hours and not get bored. The kind of body she could pet and kiss and lick and suck and erm, yeah, that kind of body.
Good God she was in trouble. Deep trouble. The kind of trouble her brother said followed her around. Her throat went sandpaper dry watching his cock gleam with his own need. And the way he said her name, rough and low and possessive, it deleted all thoughts of everything but him. Him and his big sexy body and the fact she’d wanted him for too damn long. Their eyes met, and heat spread down to her pussy. He crawled between her legs, coming closer and closer, so slowly she held her breath and dared not move. He continued moving forward, pushing her to lean back on her elbows, until he was on all fours above her.
“What…um…what are you doing?” She asked in a voice sexy, husky. She had a hard time believing it was her own. She breathed hard, as if she’d been running for dear life instead of sitting still watching him crawl all over her.
He rubbed his nose on her tummy and growled. “It’s for research purposes only.”
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Hi! I’m Milly (AKA April Angel) I love to write sexy stories. They’re usually either paranormal or contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between. My contemporaries are usually anything from soldiers to corporate romances.
I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy kiddo and our little dog “Needy Speedy”. Don’t ask.
When I’m not working some really long hours at the day job, or hanging out in the awful life-sucking invention known as Facebook, messaging my bestie in the UK or shopping with my sis Julie, then I can be found watching scary movies. Buuut when I’m not doing that, I’m usually writing because the voices won’t shut up.
I am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn’t, right?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.
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