Amy: Alexx, thank you so much for guesting with us. Will you share a short bio with our readers?
Alexx: Bestselling erotica author Andria is the pseudonym for RITA-nominated contemporary romance author, Kimberly Van Meter. Born in a small town with a flair for the dramatic, Alexx Andria has a delightfully perverted nature that she hides behind a mischievous smile. An unabashed extrovert, Alexx loves being the life of the party and doesn’t mind one bit being the center of attention.
She loves to write about Alpha men who are wonderfully flawed and just a little dangerous and heroines who are smart and sassy, but just a little vulnerable, too.
Amy: If you could pick your favorite male character from your booklist, who would it be and why?
Alexx: Awww, that’s like asking a mama to choose among her children which is the best! I love them all for various reasons. But I think my favorite male character has to be the one I’m working on now…so delicious!
Amy: Now that Miles Lassiter has received his HEA in Falling from Grace, what is next on your plate?
Alexx: Currently, I’m working on two different projects: a motorcycle menage between two brothers and their quirky, plus-sized lady (very HOT!) and a dark shifter story about two brothers, one is a SWAT team member and the other is a really bad guy. Two very different stories but each with my signature voice and style. I think my readers will really enjoy them both. The motorcycle menage is titled KINGS OF ASPHALT. The other isn’t titled just yet but I will post an excerpt on my Facebook pretty soon so if you haven’t friended me yet, please do! 🙂
Amy: What are your top five books, excluding your own?
Alexx: Hmmm…books are like Lays potato chips…you can never have just one. I am drowning in books and it’s a glorious thing! But if you’re asking me to nail down specifics, here goes:
1. Gone With The Wind
2. The Windflower by Sharon and Tom Curtis
3. The Immortal Highlander by Karen Marie Moning
4. Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult
5. Season of the Sun by Catherine Coulter
You might notice I read outside of my own genre. There are so many great writers in my genre but I tend to stay away from my own genre when I read for pleasure because I don’t want to inadvertently influence my subconscious with someone else’s work. But boy, there are some talented writers in our hot genre! Good stuff. Honestly, it’s such an exciting time to be a reader, so many excellent choices to feed the brain.
Amy: What story line would you never be caught writing?
Alexx: Hmm…I never say never because I like to think I can be versatile but I probably wouldn’t enjoy writing Sci-Fi, mostly because my voice doesn’t particularly fit that genre, although I’ve read a few amazing sci-fi books in my time and writers in this genre have my utmost respect.
Amy: What role does reader feedback play in your writing process?
Alexx: Reader feedback is HUGE. In fact, just the other day I was uncertain about the motorcycle menage story and so I sent it out to a few of my trusted readers and they came back, not only with excellent suggestions but crazy, wild praise which helped smother the insecurity I was suffering. In fact, it was due to their suggestions that I managed to pluck the TRUE story from the pages and go forward, making it ten times BETTER than it was starting out. My readers are such a gift. I can say this without an ounce of artifice, my readers are my world and their opinion matters. I want them to LOVE what I write. Logically, I know not every story is going to hit the mark but I try really hard to meet or exceed my reader expectations because without them, I am nothing but a woman who writes all day for fun.
Amy: How do you decide what books you will write and which ones will be credited to your alter ego, Kimberly Van Meter?
Alexx: Well, historically, Kimberly has been contracted with Harlequin Superromance and Harlequin Romantic Suspense, so I know going in when I pitch a story, what kind of parameters it needs to fit within. Superromance is more of a “big book” so that means a more complicated story and much longer (80,000 words) and Romantic Suspense is filled with intrigue and lots of action (65,000 words). The heat level is also more subdued (although I am guilty of pushing the boundaries!). Alexx is free to write whatever catches her fancy. For example, my motorcycle menage is HOT, HOT, HOT right out of the gate and there’s no way I’d be able to offer that under my Kimberly pseudonym because my Kimberly readers wouldn’t really appreciate that type of story and I’m totally okay with that! I love having that versatility and the availability to switch as the muse dictates. I have cross-promoted some of my Romantic Suspense to my Alexx readers when I’ve felt the gap wasn’t too wide between reader preference but my Super readers are more geared toward meaty reads more inline with actual life. I prefer gritty realism in my Supers as Kimberly, whereas I like to play around with EVERYTHING asAlexx.
Thank you for this opportunity to gab! It’s been an honor and a pleasure to share with you a little bit about my writing. If you haven’t friended me on Facebook, please do! I’m very active on both accounts, (Kimberly Van Meter and Alexx Andria) and I love making new friends.
And enjoy this excerpt from Falling From Grace:
“Miles?” she could barely manage the name but her heart leapt at seeing him again when she’d thought for sure she never would. “Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me, lucky for you, your front door was unlocked.” He paused a minute then said, “You have shitty taste in friends.”
“He wasn’t my friend,” she muttered, heat crawling into her cheeks. “I think he gave me a ride home but then thought he’d take payment by raping me.”
Miles grunted as if her answer meant nothing to him and she winced, hating that he was seeing her like this. She might not remember the details of last night but she recalled with crystal clarity the last time she’d seen Miles Lassiter and not a day went by that she didn’t regret turning him loose the way she did. She tried to stand and wobbled, her knees going out. Miles caught her in his arms and she tried not to sink into his touch. This felt like home. Tears burned her eyes and she had to sniff them back before she further embarrassed herself. “I’m sorry…I think that asshole drugged me,” she admitted, her mouth tasting like she’d licked mud and followed it with a gasoline chaser. “My eyesight is wonky and I’m so weak.”
She supposed it was good luck that Miles was a doctor, but she’d hoped that if their paths crossed again, it wouldn’t be like this. Miles hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the living room where he deposited her on the soft chair by the fireplace with surprisingly gentle touch. “Stay right here,” he ordered before disappearing out the front door, only to reappear a short moment later carrying a black satchel.
A silly grin found her lips, not because the situation was appropriate but because a part of her was so grateful he’d walked through her door to save her and she was too disoriented to smother her honest reaction. “You do house calls? Is that a doctor bag, like in the old movies?”
He scowled, not finding the situation humorous at all. “Be thankful I brought my it, it’s saving you an embarrassing trip to the hospital,” he said, causing her smile to fade. He wasted little time in checking her blood pressure, and then her pupil dilation. When he pulled away, there was a grim expression souring his handsome face. “Without a blood test it’s impossible to know with 100 percent certainty that you weren’t drugged but your pupils aren’t dilated and you’re not vomiting so I’m willing to guess you’re suffering from a terrible hangover. What were you drinking last night?”
“A little of this, a little of that,” she answered mulishly when it was clear how little respect he had for her. Could she blame him? In another life she wouldn’t have respected someone like her either. An internal groan born of misery and regret threatened to bubble from her mouth but she held it back only because she couldn’t stand sinking another notch in Miles eyes. Realizing he was still waiting for a more definitive answer, she admitted with a small shrug. “I don’t know I wasn’t really paying attention.”
“You weren’t paying attention? A little reckless don’t you think?”
“Given the fact that I was assaulted, I guess I don’t have much room to disagree, now do I?” She cast him a short look before glancing away. Was he really going to rub her nose in it like a bad puppy who’d piddled on the carpet? “Does it matter? I got drunk. End of story.”
“It would help if I knew what I was dealing with. Can you be a little more specific?”
She made an exasperated noise. “No…one drink was purple, another pink. Does that help?”
“No, it doesn’t.” He tucked his pen light back into his bag and took out his stethoscope. Without trying to warm up his instrument, he placed it on her bare skin, causing her to yelp at the cold metal. He continued without mercy. “You could’ve gotten a touch of alcohol poisoning. You’re lucky you woke up at all.”
“Is that Dr. Lassiter’s medical opinion or judgment from Miles?” she asked.
“How about a little of both?” he countered flatly. “Now be quiet,” he instructed as he focused on her heartbeat. Satisfied, he removed the scope and put it away, too. “Heartbeat sounds good.” She braced herself for some catty comment about her heart — as in, she didn’t have one — but he remained professional, if not a bit taciturn. “Well, if you can’t provide me with more details of your night, I’ll just have to go off what I see and to me, you seem terribly hung over and likely, dehydrated.”
Her previous elation at seeing Miles again had since died under the weight of the reality between them and she pulled herself into a defensive posture, affecting a bored expression. She wasn’t in the mood for whatever Miles thought he had the right to say to her just because he showed up at the right time. “So, not that I’m not grateful for the whole hero routine but what are you doing here? And how the hell did you know where I lived?” Miles rocked back on his heels with open distaste and she secretly mourned the loss of his love. There’d been a time when he’d looked at her with such adoration that she’d almost bought into the fantasy that true love existed. She rubbed absently at her chest as an errant pain zinged across her nerves. It wasn’t because she missed Miles and seeing him again was more hurtful than she’d imagined it would be, no, that wasn’t it. It was probably trapped gas, right? She met his deep blue gaze and asked quietly, “Miles, what are you doing here?”
He stood and his mouth compressed in a tight line as he answered with a resolute shake of his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was about to say, and said, “I’m here to help you clean up your act.”