Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Hot Interview: Conceiving Evil by @jennafoxrox





clip_image002_thumb1Conceiving Evil

Jenna Fox

Genre: Dark erotica/horror/suspense

contains a light BDSM theme

Publisher: Dark Hollows Press

Date of Publication: Release date October 16, 2014

Word Count: 10,577

Cover Artist: Eden Connors

Book Description:

Like everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance was struggling financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business icon, sweeps her off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has enough power to change the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the masses, a man who can give Abby a baby.

But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby is having strange dreams that seem both a warning and a prophecy.

How can she give the evil undertones of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on conceiving?

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Dammit to hell. I can’t even enjoy a movie.

The nighttime air bit at my skin as thoughts of him chomped at my brain. He’d polluted me like a poison that spread throughout my mind and body, seizing every thought, leaving no rest. I loved horror movies and yet I couldn’t recall a single scene. Jimmie kept glancing at me, concern etching his face all the way through the ninety-minute show.

Soon Jimmie and I walked out of the theater, my hand resting in the crook of his elbow. Bitterness raged inside, heating my face against the breeze when I saw the limo roll toward us. He found me like he always said he would, but three fucking hours late.

I knew I wasn’t Dorian’s top priority, and I’d made some progress at keeping my jealousy under control, but no woman wanted to be shoved to the side every time it was convenient for a man. I tightened my grip on Jimmie’s sleeve and pulled him along just as the driver stepped into our path. I gave the chauffeur a shotgun-glare as he motioned me to the car. “Miss Torrance, Mr. Lincoln is waiting.”

My heart skipped ten beats, I couldn’t tear my eyes away when the dark window lowered and Dorian tousled his ebony hair with his fingers. He wasn’t in his usual attire, a business suit. Tonight he presented himself in casual wear. His sharp, handsome features were expressionless.

I closed my eyes, digging deep for the strength to tell him to get lost for standing me up, but I knew the words would never make it past my lips. I was a fool to entertain the thought. One look from those black eyes sifted me like wheat. Dorian practically owned me. That man was my tempter and my savior wrapped into one.

I met him at the lowest point of my life, after my mother died of cancer. The three jobs I was working to keep my head above water and pay off her medical bills were about to do me in physically. While I was waiting tables at the country club, Dorian swooped in from out of nowhere and rescued me like an injured bird. His amazing sixth sense alerted him that life was too much for me, and he offered me a strong shoulder to cry on. The floodgates opened and I unloaded my personal problems. Dorian Lincoln promised those problems would disappear with a simple acceptance of his proposition: give him power over my body, something Bianca wouldn’t allow.

Lifting my palm to Jimmie’s cheek, I smiled. “Thanks for the movie. I’ll call you next week.”

“He’s a prick. You deserve better, Abby!” Jimmie yelled, as I eased myself inside the limo.

Dorian opened a small refrigerator under the seat, his hands cupping the base of a champagne glass. “You’ve wasted no time finding another way of entertaining yourself this evening.”

“You wasted no time in standing me up,” I scoffed.

When I left his office that afternoon, Dorian said he wanted me for some ‘quality time.’ Eight-thirty rolled around before I realized he was a no-show. The food got cold and eventually the long stemmed candles I lit for dinner burned out, along with my patience.

“Meetings...clients,” he said.

Top secret meetings and clients were always the excuse. The coldness in his voice was a sword to my heart, a reminder of my temporary ranking in his life. I held on tight to his promise of our relationship becoming more when the time was right.

His stony expression broke into a devious grin. “You look beautiful in that dress and your enthusiasm is charming. But watching you masturbate will reimburse me, Miss Torrance.”

My stomach dropped and quivered as I pressed my thighs together. He was going to punish me.

I tugged at the straps of the red shoes he’d bought me, eyeing him as he sipped from the flute and moved his gaze toward the window. Overtaken by the need to be the object of his fascination, I almost begged him to turn those onyx eyes back on me. His attention was the only thing that kept me from going under.

“Dorian, please I-”

My words were cut off with the sharp turn of his head. Relief came in a warm caress, but suspicion moved in with a lift of his brow. The small amount of light coming through the tinted windows deepened the masculine angles of his face, lending them a sternness that echoed in his voice.

“No other men. I thought I was quite clear about that when we discussed the terms of our agreement, three months ago.”

“Jimmie is just a friend.”

“Jimmie is a man. A distraction.”

“A distraction from being pissed. I don’t like being stood up.”

I sounded so offended, but I had no right. Closing my eyes I regrouped, reminding myself that I freely agreed to make myself available to him. Dorian kept up his end of the arrangement. He took care of me, changed my life for the better. My phone stopped ringing from creditors, he gave me a great job at his company, and I had food on the table in a fabulous apartment. He seemed to know my every need before I voiced them. I could push aside my hostility and take his punishment and occasional negligence.

“You are mine, all mine.” he announced.

His words, saturated with power and ownership, sustained my hungry heart. I could hold out as long as it took, accepting the way things had to be until Bianca was more emotionally stable, and Dorian could ask her for a divorce. I had waited longer on losers, lazy assholes who wouldn’t work in a pie factory. This time I had struck gold.

Reaching over, I grabbed the seat when Dorian impatiently knocked on the divider and the limo picked up speed.

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Welcome to Darkest Cravings, tell us a little bit about yourself?

Thanks, Darkest Cravings, I’m thrilled to be here! I write dark erotic romance. My stories are known to contain mysterious alpha males with twists and turns that may send shivers down your spine. Injecting bits of horror into my work is something I enjoy, and I’ve also written a couple of BDSM themed stories.

Writing adult fiction isn’t for everyone, how did you end up writing for the toughest audience?

You’re exactly right, erotica is one of the hardest genres to write. I wanted a challenge, and I have read erotica/steamy romance for years. It came naturally.

Most of the intimidating parts of being an adult fiction writer is the steamy scenes, how did you overcome the “stage fright”?

Actually I didn’t have any stage fright. I picked up the pen and let it all hang out. I wanted my debut story to be an absolute scorcher...send the nuns running.

Which fictional character would you like to go on a date with? Why?

Definitely Christian Grey. Anytime a man wears a suit and buys cable ties for something besides its original, intended use... (Need I say more?)

Your favorite adult fiction books is-? Lora Leigh’s Nauti Boys Series

Do you think adult fiction have reached its full potential yet, or are we still in for a huge surprise?

No, I think this is only the beginning. Thanks to Fifty Shades, a huge spotlight was thrown on the genre and with the privacy of eReaders, it can be enjoyed anywhere.

We all have a treasured possession, what is yours?

My kids. Always.

Are your characters based on real people or did you create them from scratch?

My characters are based on a mixture of things. Some of their traits come from me. Some come from interesting people I’ve met in my life, and others come from my imagination.

Do you think adult fiction helps improves relationships?

Absolutely. Studies have shown that women who read erotica have better sex lives. I’m sure happier boy friends and husbands fall into the mix.

If you have to pitch adult fiction to someone that’s too shy to read it, what would you pitch?

I guess it would have to be Fifty Shades. E.L. James used an unintimidating way of introducing erotica/BDSM to people who had never read it, like some of my friends. I’ve read erotica for years and when I read Fifty I was shocked at how vanilla and tame it was, despite all the hype. It was a do-not-finish for me.

What is your motto?

Never give up on your dreams. When you fall, pick yourself up and dust yourself off.

You have a few steamy moments in your novel. Were they created from fantasy or is there real life experience behind it?

Some were created from fantasy, but I use my own experiences to convey to the reader how something feels emotionally and physically.

Why did you choose a virgin rather than a more experienced woman? (Or vice versa)

The female character in Conceiving Evil, Abby, is relatively inexperienced because she was raised in an ultra-devout Catholic home.

Foreplay, some say it’s just a waste of energy, others feel that it’s a must. You’re opinion?

I think it depends on what each person wants. Some don’t want an appetizer before the main course. I say, go with the flow.

What sexual position is your favorite?

Any way, as long as I’m tied up.

Have you ever used your nails and left marks? 

Most certainly, a man needs to carry a few scratches.

Do you think lingerie is a must for a relationship?

No, some women don’t like lingerie or they think they don’t look good in it. I’m not totally opposed to lingerie, but it doesn’t stay on very long.

Are you a screamer or the bite it down kind of lover?

My throat is scratchy.

Have you ever participated in BDSM?


BDSM have been describe as the ultimate form of trust between two people, do you agree?

Absolutely. Trust is the foundation.

Any favorite toys?

Flogger, rope, handcuffs, gag, blindfold and anything else my husband can find.

Does pain really enhance the sexual experience?

Some people require pain for sexual gratification, but for me it isn’t required.

Who is the better Dom? Male or Female?

Well, that’s a good question. I’ve only been dominated by my husband, so I have nothing to compare to.

You’re perfect male Dom would be?

Someone who meets all of your emotional and physical needs. The full BDSM lifestyle isn’t just about sex, it goes way beyond the bedroom.

What is you’re perfect game setup?

Show my bratty side, just so he’ll punish me.


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Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, author and wife residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.

Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

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