Interview: Renea Mason – Symphony of Light and Winter (Sym​phony of Light #1) @ReneaMason1

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Thank you for stopping by All I Want and More. We’re glad to have you here.

 Tell us a little about this book?

This paranormal romance is a steamy mystery at heart.  That makes it a bit different than other books in this genre.  In chapter one you meet sexy, stubborn, arogant, supernatural, alpha male Cyril when he confronts Symphony fundraiser after an event late one evening.  She remembers him as her long dead first love; he thinks she’s his enemy.  They both struggle with confusion, fear, and overwhleming desire.  The novel is their journey to the truth.

You can only pick 3 words to describe your main characters what would they be?

Stubborn, snarky, conflicted

 How do you go about picking character names? Do you have to get them just right and make sure they fit with the characters personality? 

It might sound strange, but I let them tell me.  I don’t have a lot of trouble with names.  Some do have special meanings.  I love symbolism.  Sometimes it’s blatant, and sometimes you have to be close to the story to catch the meaning.

Which was the easiest character to write and the hardest ~ and why?

Linden was probably the easiest because I know what it’s like to to convey a woman’s emotions even in circumstance I’ll never experience.  Cyril on the other hand, I have no experience being a supernatural, badass, magic using sex-god.

 (If this is a series) How many books are you shooting for in this series?

Depends.  I have three planned, the second is in the works,  but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop there.  I also have a series (6) of short stories planned that can be read as stand alone stories but will be spin-offs to the main series.

Since we’re cover hussies….what was your first impression of this cover?

You know… Being published, I had very little control over what my cover would be.  I’m not exactly sure the cover conveys the essense of the story.  It’s grown on me and the beauty of it isn’t lost, but this story is gritty and somewhat dark.  This isn’t a sweet romance.  The characters need to work for it.  I don’t know that the cover says that.

What type of scene is your favorite to write? (Fight, love, making up..etc.)

Love scenes and scenes that are emotionally difficult for the character are my favorite.

What are you currently working on?

I’m working on Between the Waters – Symphony of Light Book Two.

How much emotion does it take from you to write?

A ton of emotion.  I often times find myself subbing through a scene as I write it.  If I can’t feel it, I don’t write.  Other authors can write by formula, I write when the characters tell me I’m allowed.

What’s one thing that you enjoy about writing?

The magic of giving life to something that didn’t exist before I started typing.

When did you know you wanted to become a writer?

I don’t think I ever made that decision.  I wanted to write this story.  I did and then one thing lead to another.

 Is there a genre you would like to write but are a little apprehensive to try?

Not really.  I’ll write anything that interests me.  Right now, it’s paranormal smut. J

What author would you want to sit down with and pick their brain (dead or alive) and what is one thing you would ask them?

That’s a hard one.  Probably, Edgar Allen Poe.  There was such a beautiful anxiety to his prose.  I’d love a lesson.

Okay…. personal time!!!! Oh yeah, I go there… Hahaha.

What is on your night stand/dresser?

Stuff I’m not allowed to talk about in public.

What are you listening to you right now?

A police siren.

What are you reading right now?

This interview. J  oh, a book?  Fashionably Dead by Robyn Peterman.

What is your favorite season? Holiday?

Season is fall.  Holiday is Christmas.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Sleep.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

Tomato paste

Hard and Quick Time! Don’t think… Just answer!

Are you a quickie kind girl? Quickie’s have the purpose

What’s ur fave drink – in a glass or on him? Red wine.  Both.

Spank or Flogger? Spank, but only if I’m naughty.

Ties or Chains? Chains, if they are platinum and around my neck.

Leather or Lace? Leather for him.  Lace for me.

Soft or Hard… Bed, where was your mind? Both.  Oh what kind of bed?  Soft. My mind is always in the gutter.

Control or Be Controlled? I’m always being told I’m too controlling.

Hot Wax or Whip Cream? Whipped cream.

Sexiest feature on a man? His face.

Boxers, Briefs or Commando? Depends on the occasion.

Top or Bottom? Both

Cowboy or businessman? Businessman

Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos

Dark or Milk Chocolate? Dark

Vampire or Werewolf? Vampire

Twitter or Facebook? Both

Pinterest or not? Pinterest

Is there anything else you like to add?

Thanks for having me!

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Symphony of Light and Winter

SymphonyofLightandWinter_ByReneaMason-800x1200-682x1024Symphony of Light Book One
Renea Mason
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Novel
Word Count: 88,375
Page Count: 389
Price: 5.99
ISBN: 978-1-940223-10-0
Heat Level: 4
Release Date: 06/21/2013

Blurb:

One woman. Seven men. All bound by one man’s undying devotion.

Fundraiser Linden Hill has a knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.

But ten years after watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous, but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…

Buy the book: Amazon | Barnes&Noble | All Romance Books | Kobo | Bookstrand

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excerpt
Symphony of Light and Winter – 18 + Mature content

My amusement was interrupted by the absolute last thing I needed. Cyril. As if being in a room with a bunch of men who wanted me but didn’t know why and hated me for it wasn’t bad enough. In his black custom suit, he radiated power. He pulled at his cuff links as he stopped to survey the room.

Instead of trying to make my escape, I seized an opportunity to antagonize him. I was really starting to enjoy tormenting him.

“Good morning, Grim, it is nice of you to join us.”

“Grim. Ha! She called him Grim.” Rhys clapped his hands as he laughed.

Cyril didn’t acknowledge me or Rhys’s comment. He stood there for a very long time and looked around the room at each man. Nobody met his gaze but me. Cyril’s fists clenched at his side, jaw tight, and face furious.

“I warned all of you,” he addressed the room. He didn’t growl but rather wrapped his words with a subtle menace.

“Leave them alone. You know this is entirely your fault. If you would just think things through, you’d stop fucking everything up. I do have to say, of

all your fuckups, this one is certainly the most impressive and entertaining from my perspective.” I winked at Overton, who managed to glare at me even with his head practically bowed. Why were they so fucking subservient to him?

The next thing I knew, I was yanked from my seat and hoisted onto the counter. Cyril grabbed my ass and pulled me to the edge, forced my legs open, and stepped between them. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head against mine. It wasn’t his voice I heard but rather his mind. It felt like when I talked to myself but somehow I knew it was him. Strange, he had tone and inflection while communicating.

“You need to stop showing off in front of my men. Yes, I fucked up, but do you really want them to give in to their urges? Do you think you can fend them off? I could toss you to them and see how far you get. Is that what you want? Maybe I should let them have their way with you and pull up a chair to watch. I want you to think about something before you start to defy me. I’m the only one who can keep you safe. So it’s best you stop being a smart-ass for five seconds and listen to me. I’m going to do something that will piss you off. I’m warning you now it’s for your own good. You need to go along with it, no matter how angry you are at me. Don’t fight me. I’ll try to fix this but until then, I need to take a few precautions.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. If I thought something, could he hear me? Was this two-way communication? I tried to push him away.

He tightened his grip and his voice was in my head again.

“Stop it! Let me remind you that I have a special connection with these men. Not only can I read their thoughts but I can’t block them. I don’t have to try to receive them. I know exactly what each person in this room, besides you of course, is thinking right now.”

So that’s what Overton meant when he said Cyril had ways of finding out.

“The thoughts that assaulted me when I entered this room would make a porn star blush; every one of their little fantasies featured you.”

I giggled.

The voice growled. “Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and angry. I am. But if you knew the things they were thinking you’d better understand why I need to do what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over there? Let’s just say his tastes run a little dark. Ever spend considerable time naked with your hands bound behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth? He’s picturing you that way, this very instant.”

I stiffened. That didn’t at all appeal to me.

“Thor seems to think that you’d enjoy all of us taking you at the same time.”

And he seemed so quiet and sweet.

“Sinclair wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke, all the while telling you how it’s your entire fault. Rhys is thinking of how you would look sprawled out on the hood of his new sports car, and Overton…”

“NO!” I yelled.

It seemed like a violation of privacy with Overton. Unlike the others, I considered him a friend. I respected him too much.

“See, like it or not, I’m going to tell you what he’s thinking since it pisses me off the most. He thinks I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, to lay my claim. Once he gets past the fantasies of watching me fuck you, which he finds exceptionally arousing…”

There was a momentary pause to the voice and when he started again, he was angry.

“He then knocks on your bedroom door after you run crying from the room. You invite him in and he holds you in his arms while you cry about how I violated and humiliated you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to be your savior. He wants to save you from me. But he knows he can’t.”

I felt the moment he left my head, because a sudden wave of dizziness came over me.

With no more words, he tilted his head and placed his lips against mine. I fought the rigidity that tried to seize my body. I knew it was best to give in. I wouldn’t fight him, but I knew every time he got close, I ran the risk of losing myself. I was still way too angry to just give up.

His lips danced with mine as he nestled himself between my open thighs.

Was Overton right? How far would he take it? If it did go too far, would I be able to stop him? He was such a fucking weakness for me I honestly didn’t think I would.

He was gentle and softly stroked my back as his tongue made love to my mouth. With one hand he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him, and with the other he reached up, cupped my breast, and squeezed hard. His kiss grew frantic and I became caught up in the sensation, forgot where I was, and that I had an audience. He pushed me hard against his erection as he rubbed himself rhythmically against my core. “You are mine. You belong to me. Now say it! Let them all know who you belong to.”

Was he kidding? I hesitated.

He ran his fangs up the side of my neck in warning. He whispered in my ear, “Say it. You need to say it. Let them hear it come from your lips.” His hand drifted from my breast to the hem of my nightgown and pulled up one side so it rested in the crease where my leg met my hip.

Somehow the part of me that knew he was right surfaced, and the stubborn part of me took a momentary vacation. If I was his, they wouldn’t dare defy him. It would keep me safe.

His fingers toyed with the edge of my panties before tugging the fabric to the side to allow him to stroke my moist skin. He positioned himself at the juncture between my legs, allowing my naked flesh to gather friction from his cloth-covered cock.

“Yes, Cyril, I’m yours.”

With that, he struck. His fangs pierced my neck. The second of pain from his bite passed and the pleasure grew, igniting my veins with liquid desire. One arm tightened around me, pulling me harder

against his cock. The other held my head while he sucked harder. Each pull he took was linked to the sensitive place between my legs. He ground his hips into mine and I moaned. The first wave of climax hit, tensing muscles and pushing my breath out in a rush. This was new. He could do this just by biting me?

I shook in his arms as he drank. Tremor after tremor seized me as he took his fill. I was so caught up in the sensation I only vaguely noticed the moans and growls that escaped from behind his teeth. With one final pull, and a thrust of his hips, he finished with a crushing embrace as he removed his teeth from my neck.

“Mine!” he roared. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close. He dipped his head to lick closed the small punctures on my throat.

I threw my head back. My breathing slowed as the cloud that had invaded my head receded.

Son of a bitch! I just came in front of everyone while sitting on the kitchen counter!

I was afraid to open my eyes but when I did, he stared back.

He nuzzled my cheek. “I’m sorry. I only want to protect you. If you’re mine, no one will dare touch you. I needed to lay my claim but I didn’t want to take anything you hadn’t already offered. Since you’ve replenished me before I thought this might be more acceptable.”

I was angrier with myself than him.

He caressed my arms and back. When I mustered enough courage to look around, we were the only

people in the kitchen, with the exception of Overton, who stood in the doorway holding the keys to my car.

Cyril softly lifted my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I end up saying that far too often. But I need you to know, hearing those words from your lips…ah, hell. I can’t even explain it. Perhaps someday, you’ll utter them in truth.”

He placed his forehead against mine, took a deep breath. “Fuck. Maybe Overton is right. Maybe someone should save you from me.”

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Impostors’ Kiss

 

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Symphony of Light Book 0.5
Renea Mason
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Short
Word Count: 7601
Page Count: 42
Price: 0.99
ISBN: 978-1-940223-62-9
Release Date: 11-15-2013

Blurb:

One night of sexual pleasure could teach a lesson in love.

Cyril is weary from weeks of traveling the Scottish moors, but his luck takes a turn when he rescues a battered and broken child. To express his gratitude, the boy’s father offers Cyril a night of carnal indulgence with his eldest daughter. Cyril graciously accepts, looking forward to a night of sexual release to ease the loneliness of his travels.

But what the supernatural sex god and deliverer of souls doesn’t expect is to be taught a lesson in love from the young and beautiful Celestine.

In a night of passion, two lost spirits find solace in an impostor’s kiss: one longing for a love that doesn’t yet exist, the other drowning in pain and guilt over love lost. Neither is what they seem…but what they learn will change them forever…

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“Who is she?”excerpt

This was not a question I expected. Even though I was comfortable being nude, most humans were not. I saw in her mind what horrors men had bestowed upon her. The massive erection I sported should have frightened her, but with each quick glance I made in her direction, I saw she stood firm and resolute, while twirling the blindfold between her fingers.

“Who?” Not the time to speak riddles.

“The woman for whom that kiss was intended.”

“Oh.” I brushed my hands through my hair. The long, black strands fell one by one back into place. I sighed. “She’s my love. My light. But she is out of reach.”

“I have a confession.”

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abouttheauthor1Renea Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.Image1

When she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.

Renea is a member of Romance Writers of AmericaThe Paranormal Romance Guild and The Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal subchapter of the Romance Writers of America.

She is also a founding member of Coffee Talk Writers and the Coffee Talk website–a site designed to support established writers and foster new talent.

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  1. Wow, intense excerpts, thanks for sharing, these look like great stories!

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