Erotic Authoress Spotlight . . . Silke Ming

I’m delighted to have Silke Ming join me today at my Erotic Authoress Spotlight page for a Q & A session . . . and to feature an excerpt from her latest book  Indigo’s Final Surrender.

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Questions & Answers with Silke:

How long have I been writing?

I have been writing for quite a while. As a matter of fact, I have always thought that I would like to be a writer, but that sort of fell by the wayside when I moved to Europe. It was only twelve years ago, when I made the plunge and published my first novel, which I’m afraid to say was not a great success.

Why did you choose the romance genre?

 I was reading the daily newspaper and there was an article about an author who described the struggles she had encountered as a new writer, and the success she had achieved during the following years. As I continued to read, I could clearly see myself. I looked her up on the internet and found out that she was a romance writer, so I decided I would try my hand at this genre, but romance writing can be quite challenging. It was not as easy as I thought, so after many rejections with my first romance novel, I settled down to read as many romance novels as I could starting with Sylvia Day.

You have now written your seventh romance novel, when you look back and compare the very first with your last novel, what is your impression?

I will say I have come a long way. I am very critical of myself. Whenever I’m unsure about anything, I have two very good friends that I can run my concerns by, before offering it to a publisher. They are very critical and I know they will always be honest and truthful.

Silke, if you could be a character from one of your books, which one would it be?

It would be Sasha Santorelli, from my first book in the Five Widows series, Sasha’s Temptation. She is a very modern woman who knows what she wants and sets out to succeed, in spite of what other people think.

So you have published the 2^nd part of the series, called Indigo’s Final Surrender. Tell us a bit about it.

Indigo is a Southern belle and is the most out-going of the five widows. There is actually only one widow in the group, but they have nicknamed themselves The Five Widows, because none of them has a male companion. They are all wealthy and very self-indulgent. Indigo is in her mid-forties and like her friend Sasha Santorelli, has fallen for a much younger man. The story does get a little racy when her twenty-five year old lover introduces her to his identical twin brother.

Why did I choose a May-December romance?

 May-December romance is nothing new, but it is usually an older man with a much, much less younger female on his arm. Why shouldn’t I reverse that, I thought? That’s where the ‘Five Widows’ idea was born. There are three more racy stories to follow, The Colours of Autumn, Scarlet’s Redemption and the Ruby Red. I must admit that these five women are quite a force to be reckoned with.

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Indigo’s Final Surrender.

When socialite Indigo West, one of the ‘Five Widows’ opens her door and sees the identical twins standing before her, she is totally confused.

One of the two men happens to be her lover Elvis Palmer, but as she stares at them a slither of desire trickles through her body. She has no idea which of them is her lover. She knows that Elvis has an angel tattoo on his left shoulder, but so does Elvin. The longer she stares at them, the more excited she becomes at the thought of sleeping with both of them.

On one occasion she is tricked by Elvin into thinking he is Elvis. She talks Elvis into having a threesome, and this turns into a regular habit.

Even though Elvis is uncomfortable with the situation, he too begins to enjoy the act of sharing her with his brother. It is a secret that the rest of The Widows are not privy to, even though Elvin is constantly among them, masquerading as Elvis. They have no idea that Elvis has an identical twin brother.

When Bobby Jo McVane, Indigo’s gay female friend arrives for a short holiday from South Carolina, she immediately notices the Widow Autumn Chance and recognises her as one of her own. This revelation shocks Indigo, but she holds Autumn’s secret to her heart. Autumn and Bobby Jo two spend their time together in Autumn’s bed, discovering each other’s bodies.

Bobby Jo is enthralled with New York City, but learns from Autumn that life for a gay woman in New York City is sometimes just as conservative as in a small southern town, depending upon the circle of friends and for now, both women find kinship with each other.

“I know your friends think I’m after you because of your money, but that is the furthest thing from the truth. I will admit that the thought did cross my mind when I first met you, but I got to know you better and you are so sincere. You make me laugh and you always make my cock rise.”

“That’s so abso-fuckin-lutely sweet,” she whispered.

“And for a Southern lady, you sometimes have such a filthy mouth, but I like it filthy, especially when you wrap your lips around my cock.”

She smiled as she ran her fingers over his lips.

“You were the first man I’ve ever ……

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

“Ever what?” he asked, staring at her.

“I’ve never sucked a cock before I met you,” she said.

“Oh my God!” he whispered. “I feel so honored. You never…….. not even with your husband?”

“Not even with my husband,” she said with a smile.

“And you were never tempted?” he asked. “You allowed me to fuck you here,” he said stroking her tight rosebud. “Was that also a first?”

“You did it to me. You knew it was the first time for me.”

“Unbelievable! Fucking unbelievable,” said a surprised Elvis. “I had pictured you as a woman of the world. A woman who loved men, loved to have fun, and had done a bit of everything.”

“I do like men and I like having fun,” she replied, “but that I hadn’t done.”

He kissed her softly and she snuggled closer to him.

“Did you have loving parents?” she asked, as a manicured thumb made circles over his mushroomed cock head.

“We did. Our parents were not rich, but Elvin and I got everything we ever wanted,” he said. “I didn’t know my father very well. He went on a mission to Vietnam a few years after the war ended, and was never seen again.”

“What happened?”

“We still don’t know. Some say he had been captured by rogue Viet Cong soldiers still living in the jungle. To this day, we have no idea what happened to him.”

“What did the government do to help?”

“I think they did all they could. There comes a time when you must let go and go on with your life.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Anyway, enough with sad stories,” he said. “You know that Elvin’s older than I am.”

“Now I understand,” she said, smiling.

“What do you understand?”

“Why you got what was left over from the stick.”

“As long as what’s left over makes you feel good, that’s all that counts,” he said, kissing her on her forehead. “What about you? Did you have a happy childhood?”

“I thought I did. My daddy gave us everything he could afford and my momma, well she was always on the lookout for a wealthy man for my sister and for me. That’s how I met my husband Harry. It was something like what they do in India.”

“You mean an arranged marriage?”

“That’s it. A meeting was set and Harry and I met. Lord, he was a good-looker! Bulging muscles, a beautiful smile and a dimple in his chin! I fell in love with him from the very first moment I laid eyes on him. I had found my Rhett Butler. All my friends were jealous of me except Bobby Jo McVane. It was rumoured she had a hankering for women. She never did marry and I don’t know if it is true, but like my Daddy always said, ‘where there is smoke, there’s always a little fire.’”

“So whatever happened to Bobby Jo?” he asked.

“We talk to each other every now and then. She still lives with her mother who is now as mad as a cat. They say she is senile. I guess that means she has Alzheimers disease.”

“That’s pretty sad,” Elvis said.

“Anyway Harry West came by and introduced himself to my Daddy and they sat together on the porch smoking cigars and drinking brandy. When they were through, my father called me over and introduced me to him. The deal was sealed and I pretended to be a little shy.

“Now Indie,” said my Daddy. “I want you to sit on that bench over there and become acquainted with Mr. West.”

We sat in the garden under that big Magnolia tree and he courted me. I can still smell those blossoms,” she said, closing her eyes and inhaling. “My Daddy sat on the porch in his rocking chair to make sure that no hanky-panky went on between Harry and me before he proposed. Harry was eight years older than I was and had the experience to go with it.”

She paused for a moment.

“Go on,” said Elvis.

“I was a virgin on my wedding night,” she said. “Oh yes. I was as white as driven snow, and I gave it all to Harry. We were married one year later and very soon after that, I was pregnant with my first daughter and we called her Savannah. A real southern name and like her Momma, a real southern belle! She was such a pretty little thing. One year later, I was pregnant again, with little Emma. That’s what we called her. I can still recall how we would spread our lunch, picnic style on the front lawn and Savannah, Emma and I would lie under the shade of that big, old dogwood tree and we would sip our lemonade like real southern ladies.”

“So how did a southern lady find herself in New York City?”

“The children were sent off to boarding school and things started to fall apart in the marriage. It’s nothing unusual for southern gentlemen to have wandering eyes, so I thought that Harry had found something younger with tighter muscles.”

“What do you mean?” Elvis asked, resting on one elbow to take in the story.

“After all, I had already had two children and my muscles were no longer strong like they were when he had met me as a young, virginal Indigo Dupree. That was my maiden name. My momma said we were of French stock from Quebec, Canada.”

“Would you care for a glass of lemonade?” Elvis suddenly asked. “I am rather thirsty.”

“Yes, I do believe I do,” she replied. “I’ve been running my mouth for a year and a day.”

“Tell me the rest of the story when I return,” Elvis said, hurrying into the house, his cock swinging from left to right in front of him.

He returned and handed her a glass of lemonade and he began to sip his.

“Where was I?” she said, after taking a sip.

“You were telling me how you ended up in New York State,” said Elvis, eager to hear the full story.

“Oh yes. Harry was behaving strangely. Our sex life was non-existent. I thought he was on the prowl for something young and tight. He would come in late at night and the next day I would examine his shirts for lipstick or cologne, but I could never find anything to prove his infidelity. One morning he showed up at four thirty and I was really angry.”

“What did he say?”

“Not much. He allowed me to throw a tantrum, and when I was finished, he said there was something which we should talk about the next day. I didn’t want to wait until the next day, so I screamed and yelled at him. Finally he took a seat and waited for me to calm down.”

“And?” asked Elvis.

“I sat down and he started to talk. The words he used were so long, I thought he was trying to confuse me. Looking back, I knew he was trying to confuse me. I waited to hear the words, ‘I love her or perhaps she is really in love with me.’ Instead he said, ‘I met someone and he …….”

“He?” asked an astonished Elvis.

“That’s what I asked also. My husband left me for another man. How do you compete with another man? I think I could’ve held my own with another woman, but I had no idea what I was up against where a man was concerned. I decided I wanted to meet him.