5 Questions of an Erotic Science Fiction Author, Katherine Wyvern

Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked. Today I have the honor of hosting erotic science fiction romance author Katherine Wyvern with her new release, White Sands, from Evernight Publishing. Katherine shares my love of the fantastic mixed with travel, and her new release is just the thing to shoot us to the stars. Plus, she’s offering one lucky commenter a free PDF copy of White Sands or of Black Carnival, the first book in The Cydonian Tales series. Please be aware that this is an erotic  M/M/F romance with BDSM themes, so if that’s not your thing or you’re under 18, just leave a hello to the author at the bottom of this post.

Thank you very much for hosting me!

What started you on the path to becoming an author?

I have been writing pretty much since I can remember, mostly in Italian, my native language. I used to write lots of poetry and fantasy stories, a journal, essays and articles, and, more recently, short erotic stories. Most of this writing remained closed in a drawer or shared in pretty narrow circles.

Then in 2009 I began a long trip on foot from Germany through all of France to Spain, and in over 5000 km of slow traveling I found the focus I needed to concentrate more on my writing, picking a story and sticking with it to the end.

Congratulations on your new release on White Sands. Introduce us to the main characters and premise of your story.

Thank you! White Sands is the sequel to my debut novel. In the first book Ivory Blake is a young artist from the conservative central planets who finds an unexpectedly tender love in the middle of the highly erotic, gothic Black Carnival, on the far planet Cydonia. In White Sands she goes back to Cydonia to find her lover (Lune) again, and start a new life there. And here she discovers that Lune’s young male lover Laz’law may be after all more than just a friend, or Lune’s boyfriend, and that actually all three of them belong together. This would be easy were it not for the fact that Lune and Laz’law are Sand Riders, an Artificial Breed outlawed by the Government, and striving for freedom and recognition.

Did anything in particular inspire this story?

The Black Carnival theme was inspired by my love for Venice and by a black costume I stitched for the Carnival years ago. Venice seems condemned to slowly sink in the Adriatic Sea and I wanted to write a story far away in the future where the Serenissima was still full of life and splendor, and obviously still well above water. The gothic atmosphere of the Carnival is just part of my own esthetic preferences, and may owe something to the art of Victoria Frances.

What made you choose an artificial breed in a world with a Venetian theme?

I always wanted to have these mysterious, wandering “aliens” in the desert waste outside the capital, something not unlike Tolkien’s Rangers. Unfortunately, I find it hard to believe that true alien life on a far planet would be so similar to us that romance would spark that easily, so I imagined a genetically modified race, separate and slightly weird but still essentially human.

I was always in awe of Blade Runner, and I still weep on Rutger Hauger’s dying speech, so I wanted to include the theme of these artificially bred people and the ethics involved in creating them. This part of the plot was just hinted at in Black Carnival, but it’s quite central in White Sands.

What other projects are on the horizon for you that we’re likely to see?

There is the release of Head Shy next month, in the same series as White Sands. It’s a short story about Lune and Laz’law’s first meeting. There is a completely different Fantasy Romance story that will be self-published soon, and half a dozen other stories in earlier stages of completion. I am not done with writing yet! J

Thank you for joining me today, Katherine, and we look forward to all your upcoming releases!

Again, thank you for inviting me here!

Here is the blurb to White Sands:

Ivory Blake is back in NeuVenedig, the city of the erotic Black Carnival, and this time she is not a tourist. As she finally begins to make it as an artist and settle in the local way of life, she is also trying to find again the man she has fallen in love with during the last Carnival, Lune.

Belonging to an artificial breed striving for independence from the stifling laws of the Galactic Union, his life is however in danger, as the leaders of the liberation party die mysteriously one by one.

Romance is easier and more carefree with Lune’s young companion, Laz’law, another acquaintance from the Carnival, and as his two young lovers try to understand the secret of Lune’s life, love,  danger and lust bring them all ever closer together.

Katherine is graciously offering a PDF copy of either White Sands or Black Carnival to one lucky commenter. All you have to do is leave a valid email address or Twitter handle in your comment and specify which book you'd like. The giveaway is open until 8:00 pm US PDT Thursday, July 5th, 2012 and is open internationally. Please void where prohibited and you must be over 18 to win.

If you can't wait that long and would like a copy of White Sands, you can find it at:
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If you’d like a copy of the first book in her series, Black Carnival, you can find it at:

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Evernight Publishing

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EXCERPT

I swallowed painfully. He bent his head forward. The water ran down his neck and back, steamy hot now, and the whole misty, watery body-scape changed and shifted. He moaned in pleasure, and then opened his eyes to look at me.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

“Nearly,” I said, very faintly.

He grinned and put a hand out towards me; I stepped in with him and into his arms.

A thrill of absolute bliss shook me all over when our skins came together, with nothing in between but the thin sheet of hot water. I opened my lips to kiss his neck, and water flowed from his skin into my mouth, salty at first, and then sweeter and sweeter, as the last sweat was washed from his body. As his arms closed around me and his hands ran wetly along my back, I moaned and went limp against his body, pressing my cheek on his chest and just absorbing the heat of his skin, his muscular closeness, his always surprising tenderness, until the water running down from his chin into my hair flowed into my face, and I had to move to breathe. I put my arms around his neck, and we kissed, water mingling on our lips. It was as if our skins were melting into each other. I held his shoulders and kneaded the taut muscles on his back. I caressed up to his neck and held his face between my palms, stroking the tiny scales on his temples with my thumbs, brushing carefully over the silver studs in his eyebrow.

I wanted to tell him you are so beautiful, but I guessed he would know that already.

“You are so beautiful,” I said anyway, because I could not keep it down. It just bubbled out of me between kisses.

He smiled and did not answer; he was too well aware of his looks to make demure noises, but not so arrogant as to preen and strut at the compliment. He just held me a bit tighter and kissed my neck, biting softly between kiss and kiss, sending a spike of hot desire into my belly. I moaned and rubbed my pelvis against his. His cock hung heavy between us, dark, utterly black now that it was wet, almost completely erect. He was too tall for me to rub my cleft on it, even when I stood on tip toe, lifting a knee up to wrap my leg around his side; he laughed softly and spread his legs wide to lower his crotch somewhat. His hands were on the small of my back, skimming on running water and shivering skin. I pressed my clitoris on his shaft, and it quivered and stiffened under my body. His teeth were almost hurting the flesh of my neck, but that was also good. I moaned again, rubbing my face on his wet shoulder and my nipples on his chest.

When his hand cupped one of my buttocks and squeezed hard and then pulled me even further up, almost lifting me from the floor, I held on to his shoulders and finally folded my other leg around his waist.

He held me up, easily enough. There are some advantages in being ridiculously small.

“If I slip now, we are toast,” he said, with an amused little grin.

“Don’t slip, then.” I spoke very softly into his ear, and then I pushed my tongue in it, which made him laugh and shiver.

I licked the wet convoluted shell of his ear and laid tiny quiet kisses on it until he turned to lay my back against the tiled wall of the shower and pinned me there with his chest, kissing me hard while our bodies searched for each other. It was a bit of blind hide-and-seek down there, without hands, and we were both giggling by the time his glans nudged its way inside me. But when I finally sank into his arms, down along the length of his shaft, we both stopped laughing and sighed heavily at the same time. I squeezed my muscles around him, feeling his once familiar and now newly discovered girth inside me. He made a sound not unlike a little, soft roar which made me almost laugh again, and I held his waist tighter with my legs, amazed by how naturally we seemed to fit into each other. There was no other thought in my mind at all in that moment, just wonder at his indescribable perfection.

His pelvis was rocking me against the wall, softly at first and then faster, and all around me and inside me was slick wetness, and warm hardness. Our mouths met again in kiss after hungry kiss, as he thrust deeper and deeper in me as my body opened to his. Then his neck folded sideways, softly, as if he had gone suddenly wholly limp, his cheek went to rest on my arm where I held on to his shoulders, and a long low wail escaped his parted lips.

I just looked into his face, taking in his abandon like a gift, while his hard member throbbed inside me, and yet another kind of wetness flowed between our joined bodies.

When I kissed his open mouth softly he barely stirred, lost to the world for a long, long moment. I was amazed that he would still hold me up so steadily.

Afterwards, as we stood together, rubbing soap onto each other’s skins, we exchanged tiny kisses, lips on lips. I painted pale, soapy spirals around his nipples, then turned him around and rubbed his muscular back with slick hands, until he leaned face to the wall wholly relaxed, moaning happily.

When he stood under the shower jet to rinse himself, lines of runny foam trailed white on the dark brown of his skin, emphasizing the lean volumes of his chest, belly and hips, the length of his haunches, following the lines of his thighs, and spiraling down along his calves like a creamy caress, like a stream of melting snow that touched his burning, luxuriant darkness for a fleeting moment, lovingly, and then was gone.

Thanks so much for stopping by and happy reading! :)