Darren Michaels Interview - Part 2

Hello All,  
Darren Michaels is in the Backseat!

I would like to welcome an unusual occurance to the Backseat. A BOY! Well I am not lucky enough to get too many of them. Mr Darren Michaels welcome and please share with us about your fascinatingly reversable book Flipside Erotica.

TERRY KATE: Was the flipable book your idea?
 
DARREN MICHAELS: Yes, well I can't take all the credit, I have a muse or 2 that help me out with ideas and I run my stories by them, but the flipable book was my idea. I wanted the name and the book to be interactive and unique. Hence the name, "Flipside Erotica" because you flip the book from one side to another to read, and you can read either side of the story.

TK: So how have the ladies been treating you?

DM: Haha. How did I know that question was coming? I do okay. I do pretty well, I dont look like Igor that tends to help, and I recently learned to manscape; is that the right word?

TK: It is a well... ocean of estrogen in this field.

flipside.erotica: LOL Very VERY true. That's one of the reason I wanted to write this book.  I wanted to show what guys think, and what guys think WOMEN think. I have a blog about that, the misconceptions between what we think and what we actually think from both sexes. It's AMAZING!
TK: So you are not claiming to know what women think?

DM: HA NO!

TK: We just get to read what you think women think?

DM: If anything this process has taught me how little I know about how women think. You get to read what I have LEARNED women think. I am very fortunate to have some great female friends who are very honest with me and they read what I write and are some of the best critique partners anyone could have. So when and if I go off the rails they give me a swift kick.

TK: I hope the kick is well aimed

DM: I don't claim to know what women think any more than any female writers claim to know what men think.

TK: So what got you the swiftest kick in the rear? What did the ladies think was your biggest mistake?

DM: Hmmm. Great question. The most memorable kick was on the second volume of the book which I'm working on now. I was having difficulty with a scene, and a great friend told me that something Men think is important women couldn't care less about.

TK: Yes...

DM: She said, "You men think that's all that counts, when really, it's nothing compared to everything else, thats why we have to train each and everyone of you. We have to re-train you every time. The first time we're with you is really just a tutorial." My mouth about hit the floor. Here she was telling me that everything Men think about sex is really just wrong and that Women "tutor" us. And have to re-train us to their satisfaction. After awhile I understood where she was coming from and the story she helped with was one of the best in the book in my opinion.

Stay Tuned for Part 3 - This Guy is Kinda Fascinating - of My Interview with Erotic Author Darren Michaels this Wednesday

Find out more about Darren at his site - http://www.flipside-erotica.com/

Darren Micheals Interview - Part 3

Part three with Sexy Author Darren Micheals...


TERRY KATE: What makes your books Erotica and not Erotic Romance?
 
  DARREN MICHAELS: Mainly the fact that they are one encounter stories. There's not a build up of the relationship in the beginning or a continuation of the relationship.

TK: What do you feel the difference is?

DM: I think that is the difference, Erotica is about the act, where as erotic romance is about the relationship and the act and what the act means in the relationship, there is a build up to it and a continuation after it.

TK: Why not Romance? What attracts you to the moment - the encounter, why not go further?

DM: Why don't I write romance?

TK: Yes why?

DM: I am in the process of trying to write an erotic romance but when I have tried in the past, the result has not been as intended. I really wanted to write a book like this of just encounters from both perspectives. I'm working on a series of stories with the same theme from both perspectives that are longer than these stories but still erotic romance and not just romance. I like the edge that erotic romance brings to the story.

TK: So stories without the naughty parts... not really working for you?

DM: LOL, I like stories without the naughty parts, I just think that if you leave out the sex, you're leaving out an integral part of any relationship. I like writing the naughty parts, it's fun.

TK: So what is the feed back been like?

DM: Amazing! Many women are buying the book to read with their partners. Reading it together or reading it apart and then talking about it. I was told that it was a great Valentines day or anniversary gift. It is something both partners can share.

TK: Have you done any signings?

DM: I have done one, but I have a very conservative day job right now, so its a little difficult to do an erotica signing on the weekend and then go back to work Monday morning at my very conservative company. And people can always get in contact with me and send me the books to sign and send back to them.

TK: So what is this conservative job?

 DM: Ha ha, I'm going to chose not to answer that, sorry. Have to keep the job that pays the bills until I hit that NYTimes Bestseller list.

TK: Hmmm... now what could it be... I guess we will just have to sit and wonder. Any deep dark secrets you got that you are willing to confess to? Stuffed bunny colection? Watch Glee on Wednesday nights?

DM: hmmmm... Actually yes to the later. GREAT show! Can't wait to see what happens with the rest of the season, and Community is hilarious as well.
And I do not have a stuffed bunny collection. Thank you. Now that I've confessed to watching Glee I think I feel a little lighter inside.

TK: Well I'm glad I could help.
DM: LOL I think I have just had a breakthrough.

TK: Well I do my best. Thank you so much for the ride in the Backseat. Maybe some day I can interview you on video. You can wear a mask. Everyone loves a secret super hero!

DM: LOL Thank you for having me I certainly hope I get to do this interview in the backseat one day and for you, I'll take off the mask.
Thank you again

To Celebrate National Boss's Day (which already passed I know) we are finishing the story about a guilty reading pleasure of mine.  Getting it on in the office.

I started it- we will all work on it together - no swear words and I will be monitoring it and the comments then adding them in to the post as the story goes on.  Spicy - but nothing to hot.  If your post does not make it up it likely was too naughty.

Title as yet to be determined-

Skirts were not meant to be this sexy.  No one would be that cruel, and yet here he was trapped behind his desk, again.  This was worse then high school. 

Derick had become used to his morning wood arriving exactly one hour and fifteen minutes after he woke up.  At the same time big brown eyes met his and lit up as he walked through the doors of the office.   Barely controlled red brown hair teased his fingers.  And well, it was a blessing that she was seated behind the reception desk.  Lavender Brown, and yes parents can be mean, was Derick Black's very own kryptonite. 
"Good morning Lavender."
"Good morning Mr. Black."
That was their usual daily interaction. 
                                           By Terry Kate


Being stuck behind his desk sucked; but it was better than having everyone see his tented pants. Finally, after staring at account sheets for nearly a half an hour, he was able to convince his body to "calm" down. He needed it calm, because at ten sharp she would come in his office and go over the days agenda. And like clock work, her scent hit him before she crossed the threshold. She smelled exotic and sweet; and tasty. Damnit, he scowled himself. His body immediately responding to her scent. He shifted in his seat and looked up to see the most gorgeous smile he ever saw. He was about to come unglued right there.
A diversion, that is what he needed. Coffee never looked so good. He slowly got up from his behind his desk and walk over to the coffee pot. With not quiet so steady hands, he poured himself a cup. He need something to put his hands on other than her. Something to put him mouth on besides hers. He poured his coffee and drank with a vengeance. Crap!!! It was hot! That did the trick. His body was reacting to the coffee now.
                                                  By Cecile - All I Want and More
Lavender came up beside him and held out a cup. Derick poured her some coffee. He rushed to put the pot down so that he wouldn't focus on her full lips. He sat and gestured for her to do the same. Clearing his throat, he looked at the pile of papers before him. "Today's agenda?" he asked.

Lavender leaned forward and grabbed the first piece of paper, her button-down shirt unbuttoned one too many buttons than was professional. "First, there..."

Derick didn't hear her. His eyes kept looking downward and then back up to her lips. I can't concentrate. He took another gulp of his coffee and spewed the hot liquid. Still too hot.

Lavender rushed to get some napkins and began to blot the mess from his clothes. 
                                                                                     Nicole Zoltack - Author's Site 
"I-I've got it. Th-thank you," Derick sputtered. But he didn't really mean it. He reached up to take the napkin from her soft, delicate and ringless hand, and inadvertently brushed against her taut blouse. His mind immediately recalled the old the legal joke, "When does a secretary become a fixture?" He couldn't help but answer himself, murmuring, "when she's nailed on a desk."

"Did you say something, Mr. Black?"

"I, er, yes, uh, is the mail on the desk?"

"Of course," she purred leaning slightly further over, "it's in your in box as always."

Derick leaned forward to see the mail, but found himself staring into the deep recesses of Ms. Brown's barely concealed treasures. Derick snapped his eyes away and found himself staring at his out box. Lavender leaned back, and Derick turned his gaze back to the in box. IN. OUT. IN. This was not helping matters.
                                                           By Doni Miller Reviewer RITBS 
"Mr. Black, are you all right?" Lavender asked as she walked back toward him and rested a hand on his shoulder. That one touch had Derick starting to hyperventilate and the tent in his pants just got larger than it was before. He shifted around in his chair trying to relieve some of strain in his pants without Lavender knowing about it.

"Of course I'm all right, Lavender." He said as he tried not to feel the heat her hand was radiated on his shoulder. "Why don't we go over some of the things on today's agenda since I have to leave the office a bit earlier today?"

"Of course, Mr. Black." She said as she took up her legal pad and went to sit on top of Derick's desk. She usually sat in the chair across from his desk but today she seemed a bit femme fatale. It reminded him of this show that his sister used to watched called the Nanny, where Fran would walk into Maxwell’s office in one of her tight outfits and sits on his desk being seductive and charming.

"Well…" Lavender purred near Derick’s ears but at the same moment he turned around and their lips instantly met. It started out as a touching of their lips but then it grew into a steamy hot deeper kiss that had them both breathing heavy.
                                               Phoebe Jordan, blog author of Talk About My Favorite Authors 
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have..”
Lavendar pressed a finger to his lips. “I wanted you too.”
He resisted the urge to suck her finger into his mouth. “We can’t do this here.” He stood grateful that he had a private office in the back. “I’ve imagined having you on this desk ever since I hired you. Do you know how tempting you are?” He kissed her again, pulled her body to his, “Your slightly too short skirts, curve hugging skirts. Those damned high heels…” Derick captured her mouth with his and he allowed himself to give into his wants for a moment. His hands gripped her behind, his tongue slipped passed her lips and she let out a soft moan. Hungrily, he drank her in, her body arched into his touch.
                                                               By Angelque Ford, http://angelequeford.com
             Ha.  Derick might not have recognized her at her old job.  Receptionists working in the Greenwood Construction Headquarters, a double wide trailer, were not required to dress up for work.  Hell, there were days she rolled out of bed- added deodorant and a bra and went to work in her jammies.  The trailer had no insulation and the only thing keeping her warm on the coldest winter days were thermals under fleece and three pairs of socks.
     Not here.  The office building was set for the usual seventy two degrees when she started working here - now it was at a cheery and comfortable seventy six in the main lobby.  One morning Derick had arrived early to work and caught her wearing her thin leather gloves and thick sweater while typing up some paperwork.  
      "Ms. Brown, are you cold?"  

    Lavender had never turned so red in her life.  She tended to be cold, but the vent right above her desk and the "comfortable" office temperature was just too cold for her.  Not that she would ever let on to Derick.  So at 9am sharp her sweater was off and her gloves hidden away.  "Just a sudden chill Mr. Black."
     Derick took one look at her, the vent above her head making her hair move ever so slightly in it's effort to keep the large reception area cool and nodded.  The next morning her desk had been moved and the outer office was now set to an often remarked upon seventy six degrees.
                                                                         Terry Kate - Romance in the Backseat   
Lavender had had all she could take. She fantasized about what it would be like to be Derick's lover. Her boss. Oh my gosh, what was she thinking. She heard the water cooler talk that he choose his women like some people pick out fine wine. He only chooses the best. She was far from it; at least in her mind. But damnit, she had enough. She has been dreaming of having those hands of his on her, having those lips touching her, and every other body part of his body touching her in ways she would only dream of for a very long time. Today, she was done dreaming.
Did he just admit to taking notice of her outfits. Did he just admit to wanting her; that knocked her for a loop. Wow. She secretly smiled on the inside.
When he went to stand, she thought she lost him and what was about to happen. But he was right, this could not happen here. Although, they say that this is where the fantasy begins. But he was right. She would fix that - now. If she gave into her desire, then they technically would not be "doing" anything in the office that was not officially unappropriated.
Her hussy came out when she spoke, "Derick, you are right, we are not going to do that here." She reached for his pants and his eyes widened. She undone the belt, button and zipper of his slacks. A boxer man, yum. "Sit down," she commanded. Derick's mind was reeling with every erotic dream he had of this woman. What happen to his quiet little secretary? Damn, was he dreaming this. Wasn't he the boss to order people around; and here she was calling the shots. But damnit if he didn't like it. Like it, hell if he was honest to himself, he loved it. Once seated, she proceeded to go down on her needs. Oh my freaking gods above, he died and went to Lavender heaven.
                                                                    Cecile - All I Want and More 
Derrick: It is the feeling of it, turning control over to someone else that can be the biggest turn on. I am a man in power all week long telling people what to do, barking orders and holding the fate of their future in my hands. And now, all of that is gone. I am sitting in my chair and following her commands, powerless. I know if I do not do as I am told, this will end; my desires left unfulfilled. I sit in the chair, the cool leather quickly warming under me. Her hands are on the tops of my thighs, and I can only see the back of her head. The smell of her perfume fills my nose, and her wet kisses travelling ever so close to where I want her mouth the most. Every fiber of my being is fighting to hold still...and do as I am told. The words flash through my head, and the dichotomy of my ego and her control is killing me.

Lavender: I am finally getting my wish. After all this time, all the moments spent wanting, clenched fists and thighs, I am finally getting what I want. What I need. Derrick has been omnipresent in my thoughts for weeks now, and I am finally going the scratch the itch that he has created so deep inside me. Desire has taken control, and my inner animal has taken over. I am telling my boss what to do, and he is complying. He sits in front of me, his expensive suit pants and his boxers around his ankles, his hands behind his back as I instructed. I am burning for his touch, and yet I make him wait just a moment more.
                          Darren Michaels -  Flipside Erotica