Interview with Beverly Ovalle @ovalleba & VBT-Touched by the Sandman

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Describe your novel in seven words or less?
An erotic dream of Happily Ever After.

If you were a tree (or animal) what kind of tree (animal) would you be?
A cat! I’d go where I wanted and cuddle when I wanted, LOL. I’d lay around stretched out in the sun.

What’s in your refrigerator right now?

A shelf full of homemade chicken noodle soup. I make lots extra because my daughter comes to steal it.

What inspired you to write your first book?

Seriously? LOL. This is going to sound really bad. I was watching SuperGator and another similar movie and then stayed up and wrote my first erotic romance, Dragons’ Mate. I know, I’m a sick woman!

If you were a Star Trek or Star Wars character, which one would it be?
Q. He has so much fun messing with the characters on Star Trek. I think he’s hilarious. I’m a diehard trekkie! Being a tribble would be fun too.

Where do you get your ideas for your books?

Anywhere and everywhere. Just seeing people walking can inspire me. On occasion I’ll wake up with an idea in my head. That is what happened with Touched by the Sandman. It was one of those dreams that stayed with me when I woke up.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
*blushing* Most of the reactions, er, I write mainly erotic, you know, are from personal experience. I imagine it would be really hard to write sex scenes if you’ve never had great sex.

Do you see body type as part of the character?
Not really. We all have the same parts no matter the body size or shape. I don’t go all out describing bodies, more the parts, LOL. Though I do like those washboard abs. I tend more to mention coloring or the feel of the skin.

Why did you start writing erotic/erotic romance fiction?
It really just flows off of my pen. I’ve tried to not write erotic and on occasion a couple of my stories are not as hot as others, but well, I like writing it and my writing tends to go there whether I want it to or not. I think bodies are beautiful no matter the shape.

How do you describe sex scenes and keep them from becoming repetitive?
That is really hard to do! Thank goodness for editors and beta readers. They let me know if it is too much. I also use the find button to see how many times I use the same word. I reread the sections to make sure. If I don’t like it I’ll change it but it has to fit the tone of the book. No throbbing purple headed man wands in a contemporary/PNR tale that’s for sure!

Do you think it is best to call body parts by their anatomically correct names, or come up with euphemisms?

It totally depends on the book. I prefer to call them by their correct names as I think it adds a bit of a dirty little thrill.

Is there any additional info you would like to share with your readers about what’s next for you and your books?
I am currently working on four books/novellas I am trying to finish by the end of the summer. It depends where my muse takes me. Three of them are actually follow ups to books I have out.

One of them is another contemporary military, Her Savior in Camouflage. A Marine rescues a kidnapped videographer in Afghanistan. We originally met Alejandro in A Saint’s Salvation. Another is a PNR dragon shifter book, A Dragon’s Treasure, where Drake finds his mate. Drake is introduced in Dragons’ Mate, though this one is not a ménage. The third is Willow’s Cry where a park ranger meets a tree nymph he just can’t help but save. It takes place in the same location as Lightning Strike.

My forth is one I’ve been working on since NaNo in November. Stealing Hope is a dystopian PNR involving dragon shifters and how mankind is surviving in the after math. Dragons once ruled the world and they are once again searching for their mates among the survivors. This one started out innocently enough, then POW sex scenes, LOL. My son is thoroughly disgusted with me. He told me to take the sex scenes out. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that not only is there sex, but ménage scenes involved. It takes an awful lot of dragon ‘magic’ to change a human into a dragon.

Here’s a little peek at an unedited view of Stealing Hope:

Ari groaned, pumping faster as Hope squeezed his balls. Holding her head still, he thrust and exploded into her mouth. He could feel Hope moan and swallow, each vibration making him shiver until he had nothing left. Ari pulled out of Hope’s mouth and leaned down and kissed her. Hope moaned as his tongue explored her mouth and his hands fondled her swollen breasts.

“I want you again.” Ari’s voice was harsh. He moved, kissing her neck, pushing her down to lay on the ground until he could suckle a nipple. Hope arched offering herself to him. Ari slid a hand down and slid a finger inside her heat. Hope froze. It had all felt good until then. Her body was sore and tender from his unfamiliar possession. Ari stopped and dropped his head against her. “You’re sore.”

It wasn’t a question. Hope nodded and Ari groaned. “A little.” Ari moved his finger in her and watched as Hope grimaced in pain.

“More than a little.” Ari removed his finger and slid down. Hope felt her body follow despite the pain. He chuckled against her belly. Crouching Ari moved lower, spreading her legs to fit between them. Delicately he licked her, soothing the pain. Hope sighed. Ari’s tongue was soft and the light licks had cream gathering. His mmm of pleasure sent ripples through her. The hot feel of his tongue entering her, leaving no pain, only pleasure had her humming and arching. He continued until Hope was whimpering in ecstasy. Ari took a finger and rubbed at the bundle of nerves crowning her slit, harder and harder until she came apart in his arms, screaming. Ari licked Hope clean, each swipe of his tongue sending tremors of delight through her until she lay boneless, spread above him.

Hope panted her body pliant and exhausted from the pleasure Ari gave her. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy, his silky hair on her groin and thigh. As she lay, she became conscious of the brightness of the sky and the breeze blowing lightly over her exposed breasts. She could feel the blanket under her, twisted and lumpy. Mostly she felt the thrum of pleasure Ari had given her.

Where can readers stalk…um…I mean, find you?

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BOOK INFORMATION

Title – Touched by the Sandman
Author – Beverly Ovalle
Genre – Erotic Paranormal
Publication Date – March 20, 2014
Length (Pages/# Words) – 34
Publisher – Boroughs Publishing Group
Cover Artist – Boroughs Publishing Group

 

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BOOK SYNOPOSIS

~A lonely woman’s torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~

The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.

She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?

He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.

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EXCERPT

The darkness blurred and shimmered, bringing to life a man of moonlight and darkness: Aryne.

Before him Aryne could see her, lying in bed, tears of loneliness staining her pillow. She made his heart ache. He softly stepped to her side. His hand touched her face and gently pushed back her hair. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, turning her dreams from sadness to joy. Her body arched toward his touch as the skim of his hand, the heat of his skin traced the edges of her curves. He stepped back…and then within the shimmer of dreams disappeared.

Night after night her loneliness cried to him. Unable to resist, he came to her. Subtly he inserted himself into her dreams, into her arms. Aryne knew it was wrong. As a guide, his job was to bring sweet, peaceful dreams. But no one affected him like she had. He was unable to resist comforting her, drawing her into his arms, covering her body with his…but only in her dreams. There Aryne stole the passion from her lips, igniting an ache in his body that would not go away.

Touching her shattered him. He knew instinctively that her touch would be his downfall. Her touch could keep him here in this splinter of his world, isolated as all of the Outcasts were. Generations had gone by; those exiled had died long ago, their children mixing amongst the races of the universe.

He had tried to stay away, fearing this. He was adrift, swept away, drowning in her passion, breaths away from losing himself. Giving in, acknowledging the power she unknowingly had over him would condemn him, keep him here if she was unable to travel to his world. Very few could navigate between worlds. And this world would drain his power rather than enhance it. Even the short time he spent there took its toll on him, the drain only in abeyance when he was in her arms. Try as he might, he could not resist her siren call. Only by controlling her and the passion between them could he make sure that he would not become lost. Lost in her. Trapped forever in her world.

He had done his best, gentling her to his hand, to his control. She knew the unspoken rules, knew the consequences. He played them out in her dreams, a dark symphony of passion and restraint. Perhaps unforgivable for a guide, but he could not resist. And just her body was no longer enough. Eventually he would capture her heart and soul.

A man of shadows, it would be during the midnight hours of her slumber.

 

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AUTHOR BIO

 

Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.

Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.

Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.

 

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