Jen: Today we welcome Monica Corwin back to Romancing the Book. Monica will you share a short bio with us?
Monica: Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who attempts to make romance accessible to everyone no matter their preferences. As a new Northern Ohioian Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and disliking Michigan. When not writing Monica spends time with her daughter and her ever growing collection of tomes about King Arthur.
Jen: Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
Monica: Well, my newest release is the second book in the Revelations series and it focuses on Bianca, the horseman of Conquest. She is having problems controlling her powers and seeks out an alternate way of doing so.
Bianca berated herself for succumbing to such distraction. Victor, his body, sighs, and all that toned brown skin. Even after her seal was stolen, she still couldn’t get him from her mind. It’s not like they didn’t have an idea of who stole it. It made sense she’d target Bianca since she’d humiliated her when they fought with Hel in the Underworld. The fact that a hellhound had entered her home while she and Katherine were out and stole the crown enraged her. Even Victor’s beautiful body couldn’t heal that sense of violation. When she raced home and found the place empty, at first fear flashed through her for Katherine’s safety, but she called the others and located them all at Scarlet’s place. They partied along completely oblivious through the theft of her seal and where was she? Shame poured over her as her mind drifted back to Victor.
Every inch of her wanted to take Victor again and mark him as her own. His sighs resounded in her mind as she stared at her ceiling during the night. And often, since she’d woken up, she’d stop and think about him. She’d ridden him on the floor, and he’d taken everything she dished out and wanted more. For her first human BDSM relationship, she wadded in neck deep. She researched online about BDSM relationships and learned she’d claim him if he wanted her to. Collar him and then set the standards of whatever came afterward.
For a moment, she considered what kind of collar one would put on a human and if he might actually wear it. Maybe only at the club or in play. Parts of her discounted the notion because she loved nothing impeding her hands from his bare skin. Beautifully unmarred by accessories…but he also cut a nice suit.
She slammed the open book in her lap closed as the bus rattled along between taxis and tourist rigs. No point in pretending anymore. She’d read ten words since she opened it fifteen minutes prior, and three stops remained until she would exit the bus and trek the couple blocks to work. Cloris wanted her, and all of them, to use her car service, but most of them loved the independence and the ability to go about their day and live their own life. Even if they did spend most of their time together. She worried after Katherine though. The woman cared too much about others for her own good, and Bianca feared someone would take advantage of her gentle heart.
A man bumped against her as the bus hit a pothole. He grabbed the pole in front of her that aligned with the seats. All the seats were taken, or she’d have shifted to another one. She glared over at him to find him leering down her cleavage. If she were Scarlet, she’d make him hurt for the insult. Cloris would stare him down and make him regret his daring. If she were Katherine, she’d politely excuse herself to another area of the bus until departure and then forget about it. She glanced back at him as he continued staring, and she didn’t care. None of it mattered because a numb emptiness suffused her. Sitting on a bus full of humans, milling around, living their menial lives. The end of the world might be a favor to them. Give them something to fight for.
Her hands tingled with the power inside her. She shook them to try dissipating the sensation, but it didn’t work. The edge she’d worn off at the club returned with a vengeance. A reminder as that conquering power began to force its way back up again. The man shifted his hand and grazed her breast as he shifted it up the pole in front of the row of seats. Her control snapped and she grabbed his chin. For a moment, the lust in his eyes, and then behind it the disgusted dirty deeds he’d committed in his life, were all she could see. The way he used and abused women before tossing them away.
His voice broke the spell. “You know you want it.”
She leaned in and pressed her lips to his in barely the promise of a kiss, and shoved the raw power inside him. When she pulled away, she smiled and whispered against his mouth. “You will never touch another woman again. Every time you do your skin will itch and burn as if you caught fire.”
He shifted and attempted to break the grip she held on his chin. She wasn’t Cloris, Katherine, or Scarlet, but she was stronger than a human woman. She patted him on the cheek, before releasing him, and he flinched back with a pained expression.
The bus jerked to a halt and she parted the crowd to exit. Once the cool air hit her face, she realized the direction her mind drifted and stopped cold. She’d only seen Victor a couple days prior, and the time she spent with him kept the edge of the need to control at bay, but after two days without the power, it began to rise from the depths of her demanding to be used, demanding the respect. She sighed as a cold sweat sprouted at her temples. She began a heavy march toward the shop and started to wonder if working would be a bad idea. To be around customers and people making demands of her. That might not be a good mix to her already unpredictable powers. She reached into her pocket for her phone and hit one of her worker’s numbers. “Hey, Tina, it’s B. Do you mind taking my shift this afternoon?”
Jen: Are you a plotter or pantser?
Monica: I’m what they call an in betweener. I pants for about ¼ of the book and then I plot, very vaguely, the rest of the chapters and scenes.
Jen: Describe your writing in 3 words.
Monica: Honest. Sensual, Brutal
Jen: How do you remember ideas that come to you at odd times?
Monica: I have sticky notes, slips of paper, notesbooks, notes in my phone, and a giant binder all full of ideas. I just write them down when they come to me and organize them later.
Jen: Is there a genre you’d like to write? Is there one you’ll probably stay away from? Why?
Monica: I’d love to try my hand at mysteries. I’ve always loved them and most especially crime drama serials on TV. I’d love to give it a try. I think if I were staying away from a genre it would historical. I tried it, I’m awful at it. I’m woman enough to admit it.
Jen: If you were able to travel in time, where would you go and what 3 things would you take with you?
Monica: Well that’s a tough one. I’d go back to the night of Edgar Allan Poe’s last supposed coherent night and see what happens to make him go all Reynolds. I’d go to Victorian England because I’d love to see Queen Victoria and meet Tennyson. Finally, I think to see King Arthur and prove once and for all he is a real person. I’d bring my iPhone for lots of pictures, a book because travel can be unreliable in the old days, and finally some money from modern times so that if I need to explain my time travel I can prove it.
Jen: What’s next for you?
Monica: I am currently working on the second book in my Soul Program series, Sins and Lies. I am also drafting a new vampire book, but for those who know me and my work, it’s not the usual vampires you’re used to.