Today we’d like to welcome Marie Tuhart to Silken Sheets & Seduction. She writes sexy books for The Wild Rose Press’s Scarlet Rose line that include alpha males and sexy cowboys.
About the Author
Marie Tuhart can’t remember a time when she didn’t have a book in her hands. A voracious reader since childhood, she has a TBR pile so big that she finally gave up and rented storage space! Though her family doesn’t really understand the stacks of books in her study, or the way Marie will stare off into space when she’s thinking of yet another sexy scene between her hero and heroine, they support her completely in her writing endeavors.
She began writing at 19, and in 1994 decided to join RWA and get serious about publishing. When she isn’t reading or writing, Marie loves to spend time in bookstores. A world traveler, she enjoys searching out corners of the glove she hasn’t experienced yet. While still totally open to finding her own tall, dark and handsome, she is certainly enjoying the journey.
Her Aries Sun makes her impatient, courageous, and something of a daredevil. Her Virgo Moon makes her exacting and a perfectionist for that telling detail. And best of all, her Scorpio Ascendant gives her a cat-like curiosity for more than one sexy walk on the wild, dark side which she really likes to use in her erotic novels.
“My dream,” she says, “is to give readers as much pleasure with my erotic romance stories as my reading has given to me. That, for me, will be true success.”
And now to the interview…
How long have you been writing?
Longer than I want to admit I’ve been seriously writing for at least 10 years.
What genres do you write besides contemporary erotic romance?
I write both contemporary erotic romance and some paranormal erotic romance. I’m also working on breaking into contemporary category romance with Harlequin Presents.
What inspired your main characters?
I was thinking one day about how people would feel in the future about a company which specialized in erotic fantasies, and my hero and heroine came out of that.
Do you write to music? If so what was the sound track to His for the Weekend?
I didn’t write to music for His for the Weekend, but I’ve been listening to music lately and my writing has been taking off.
Where do you write?
Since I currently have a day job, I write on my lunch time in my office, and then at night in my home office/guest bedroom.
What is the most you have written in one day?
I’ve written around 10,000 words in one day and was totally exhausted.
What are you currently reading?
I’m not currently reading anything.
What is your best guilty pleasure? (By best I mean worst.)
Books. I love books.
What book do you wish you’d written?
I don’t know if there’s one I wish I’d written, I have lots of books I wish I had the time to write.
You have to jump out of a plane w/ a holey parachute or edit your 100K MS by hand, what. do. you. do?
Edit a 100kMS by hand. I have a terrible fear of heights.
Coke/Pepsi? Either I’m not picky
BDB/The Order? BDB
Cassandra Adams has a problem and its name is Marcus DeLuca. The man is quite determined to have her–on his terms. Cassie has had enough of domineering men in her life, yet she’s drawn to strong, virile Marcus. Tempted to get that man out of her system once and for all, she agrees that she will be his for a weekend only–but then he must leave her alone forever.
Marcus will do anything to get sexy, non-committal Cassie into his arms, into his bed–failure is not an option. He wants nothing more than to keep Cassie in his life, but he senses a secret that keeps her from committing–from submitting–to any man. Will Marcus’s special brand of domination free her to be his for more than a weekend?
“I can’t take this anymore.” Her voice was whisper soft, but he heard the words as clear as if she had shouted them.
His heart leaped—now he could prove to her there was more to him than a co-worker and give their relationship a chance. “What are you willing to give me?”
Her head snapped up and she gnawed on her lip. “Twenty-four hours.”
“Not enough. A hundred and twenty.”
Her mouth opened then closed. Her gaze darted left, then right, before settling back on his face. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head. A good sign—she was willing to be his.
“Too long. Forty-eight.”
He stood and crossed over to her. He needed to be close to her as they negotiated. “Still not enough. Ninety-six uninterrupted hours with you.”
Her nose scrunched up and her lashes swept down, cutting off the view of her expressive eyes. “Sixty—six tonight until six Monday morning.”
He noted the stubborn set to her chin. It wasn’t ideal, but he could do it. He would not fail in winning her over. Leaning close, he whispered, “I’ll take it.”
She exhaled, lashes rising until she stared at him. “What are the ground rules?”
“There are none.”
Her eyes widened. Oh, yes, he had her now and he wasn’t letting go.
“No barriers. No rules.”
Her shoulders dipped, then straightened. She acted like she was preparing for a battle, but it would be a battle of sex. “All right, but when the sixty hours are done, we’re finished. I mean it. No flowers, no gifts, no mention of this weekend. Ever.”
Without another word, she spun on her heels to walk out of his office.
He was quick to cross the room. He captured her by the shoulders, bringing her to a halt. His lips brushed her ear and a shiver shook her. “Remember what I said at the party?”
She didn’t answer him, but her swift intake of breath was the only answer he needed.
“You belong to me.”
“I belong to no man.”
He slid his hands down her arms, past her clenched fists and encircled her waist, bringing her back flush against his chest, her breathing shallow.
She didn’t struggle, not even when he tilted his hips, letting her know how much she aroused him.
“You will belong to me. I promise.”
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