SEXY SPOTLIGHT INTERVIEW
of Author I.J. Miller
WSW: Welcome and please introduce yourself to our readers not familiar with your books.
My name is I.J. Miller. I have published five books of erotic fiction, usually categorized in the sub genre of literary erotica.
WSW: Have you always wanted to be an author? When did you have that ah-ha! moment?
In eleventh grade I took my first creative writing class. That was the first time I started thinking writing, looking at people and situations as possible material for stories, formulizing observations about life that would give me something to say in my fiction.
WSW: If you weren’t writing romance novels, what would you be doing?
I also coach collegiate tennis. Love the game.
WSW: If given the choice, would you write non-fiction? If yes, what would the topic be?
Prefer fiction. But I do enjoy anecdotal pieces related to sports I’m active in (i.e. tennis, running).
WSW: How has your journey been so far in the world of publishing?
Quite a roller coaster ride. Started out with my first novel published by St. Martin’s press, which included four printings in a Bantam paperback and two foreign translations. Then three books with an independent press, which was frustrating because they weren’t getting read, although they do well in Germany. Back with a major press, Grand Central Publishing, and it’s nice to have exposure again.
WSW: I can’t settle down to write without an iced caramel latte and music. What about you? Any weird writing quirks?
I need to have my mind free and all other business taken care of before I start working: emails done, bills paid, dishes washed, phone calls completed.
WSW: Tell us about writing your latest release. Where did the inspiration come from?
My agent submitted a proposal I drafted to do an erotic retelling of a Dickens’ novel. The publisher liked my writing and asked if I would do Wuthering Heights. I readily agreed. A great choice. Perhaps the greatest love story every told, because it is a love that transcends mortal life, because of how intensely raw the main characters can be.
WSW: What was it about this story and its characters that you had to write it?
The original seems to have been written before all of the unwritten rules of heroes and heroines were in place. Bronte pulls no punches and seems to write without self-censorship, willing to show how bad her characters are within their desire to be good. There was an impulse to smooth them out for the modern reader, but, ultimately, I thought that would be an injustice to the original. It was a great challenge, but the intense darkness of the story, during its search for light, made it very compelling.
WSW: What would you say were the hardest and easiest parts of writing this story?
What made it easy is that there was a story in place, with such well-defined characters. What made it difficult was making sure I stayed true to the original language. I also worked hard to make sure the eroticism fit in smoothly with the flow of the story.
WSW: When was the last time any of your characters made you blush?
Some of the sex scenes with Heathcliff just took off on their own. He is such a passionate, dark soul and interpreting him erotically really brought out some intense domination scenes that surprised me…and my significant other who read the pages daily.
WSW: What’s the last book that made you cry?
OPEN HEART by Elie Wiesel.
WSW: What do you hope readers take away from your stories?
I hope they feel the passion. I hope they seem themselves in parts of it. I hope it makes them think about their own life.
WSW: What’s your favorite place in your entire house to write?
My home office. Separate heating. Nice and cozy. I like to think my two cats and dog hang out there with me because they like keeping me company. But it’s the heat.
WSW: What does sexy mean to you?
Sexy is confidence. Sexy is an appeal to all aspects of one’s being: the five senses and, most significantly, one’s mind.
WSW: Do you come with any warning labels?
WUTHERING NIGHTS: as in the original, no punches pulled. The intense eroticism brings out the rawness even more. Stick with it. It will take you on an unforgettable journey.
WSW: And finally, tell readers what other works you’ve got in store for us this year.
I’m working on a New Adult erotic romance for the 18-25 crowd called CELINE’S SOLUTION, about a college girl who gets her final, senior education from her young English professor who is both a master of passion and a troubled secretive soul. Before she can know for sure whether she has found true love or needs to move on, she needs to unravel all of his mysteries.
About WUTHERING NIGHTS
Romantics everywhere have been enthralled by Emily Bronte’s classic novel of the tragic love between beautiful, spirited Catherine Earnshaw and dark, brooding Heathcliff. The restrained desire between these two star-crossed lovers has always smoldered on the page. And now it ignites into an uncontrollable blaze. In WUTHERING NIGHTS, writer I.J. Miller reimagines this timeless story to reveal the passion between Catherine and Heathcliff–in all its forbidden glory.
Set against the stark, raw beauty of the English moors, Heathcliff, an abandoned orphan, recognizes his soulmate in wild, impulsive Catherine, the only woman who can tame his self-destructive nature. And Catherine cannot deny the all-consuming desire she feels for him, despite his low birth. Together they engage in a fiery affair–one that will possess them, enslave them, and change their destinies forever…
EXCERPT: CHRISTMAS SCENE FROM WUTHERING NIGHTS
By I.J. Miller
For Heathcliff, the pleasure was overwhelming, to be this close to his beloved, to be this intimate with someone he knew in every way, but this one. It was with great willpower that he resisted pulling her down besides him so they could be body to body, flesh to flesh. But, as was her bidding, he remained patient.
Ever so slowly, she inched her undershirt up, at first revealing her flat stomach, hardened from years of riding, then her glorious breasts, so full, erect, nearly pointing upward with the strength of her youth. Her areolas were a pale brown, dark only because of the whiteness of her flesh. They seem to hover over his face and he longed to suck them. However, he heeded her warnings.
Then, with the most titillating move he had ever seen, something that made the full fucking of Robert and Mrs. Linton look as passionate as one of the curate’s schoolbooks, Catherine stared him straight in the eye, pupil to pupil, and slowly, provocatively, inched her underskirt down. The gentle sway of each hip, from one side to the other, as she lowered it, made his cock grow to lengths that even he never imagined. Then before him was her womanhood, her bush thick and wild, hiding the treasure that was Catherine, so sweet, so dark it took the willpower equivalent to the strength of five men to keep him from leaning forward and kissing it, to keep from thanking his beloved for the gift, for the vision of her immaculate body.
Then, just as Heathcliff thought there could be no visual treats left, Catherine took the pins out of her hair, gave her neck a quick shake, and the full, dark curls tumbled to her shoulders.
“My love,” whispered Heathcliff.
“My darling,” whispered Catherine.
She allowed her hand to be taken this time and was brought to his side.
It was not by experience, but by incredible sensuous instinct that the pair continued this gentle lovemaking. Although almost everything on this night seemed like a first; they had locked inside them the wisdom of two beautiful creatures constructed for full carnal pleasure. Inspired by the feelings and tension between them that had been nurtured and grown since their childhood, their touch, their whispered expressions of love, their exchange of caresses and kisses held more power than any lightning in a storm.
Side by side, as equals, they kissed passionately. Without thought, their tongues escaped their mouths and entered the one opposite, touching, playing, caressing, as did their hands over each other’s bodies. It was as if neither had eaten, and the only meal that could satisfy this hunger was each other.
Heathcliff pushed Catherine to her back and began to lick and kiss her neck, tasting her. She arched her throat and moaned softly. He licked down while cupping her full breasts in his hands and began nuzzling and sucking her nipples. Catherine thrashed under him. “Heathcliff, my love, I missed you so much. Never leave me, please.”
“Never,” replied Heathcliff.
She ran her hands down the center of his back, contouring the thick muscles resting on each side of his spine. Although the room was chilled, they lay uncovered, sweating from the heat of their passion, conjoining the fluid of their perspiration, the moistness of their saliva when they kissed.
Heathcliff advanced his hands along her arms, caressed the insides of her wrists, delighted over her warm response. She ran her fingers down the crack of his ass, separated by hard muscle fleeced with dark hair and she felt him arch into her with pleasure, his enormous cock pressing against her thigh.
He kissed along her stomach, gentle at first, then licked with long strokes and her eyes closed and she grabbed a fistful of his hair. He licked along her inner thighs, quick flicks, then long dashes, like a painter with a brush.
As he neared her greatest source of pleasure with his mouth, she murmured, “Heathcliff, Heathcliff, Heathcliff, you are everything to me…”
With that he entered her warm pussy with his thick long tongue.
This did not take long, Catherine so energized from his touches, kisses, licks. For when he found the bump of her pleasure and took it into his mouth, held it there lightly with his teeth, and licked it unmercifully, she could do nothing but thrash and call out his name as he finished her off in a mix of explosive energy and stifled sound as she put a pillow over her mouth and came on his.
BIO FOR I.J. MILLER
I.J. Miller is the author of five, distinct, literary, erotic works of fiction: SEESAW was translated into two languages, with over 130,000 copies in print; WHIPPED appeared in both English and German; SEX AND LOVE, a collection of short stories, made its debut in the summer of 2011; CLIMBING THE STAIRS, a novella, was released just a year later. His latest novel, WUTHERING NIGHTS, is an erotic retelling of Emily Bronte’s classic, Wuthering Heights, and is published by the Grand Central Publishing imprint of Hatchette Books. It is available now as an e-book and will be in bookstores in trade paperback on April 23. Miller has a Master of Fine Arts from the American Film Institute and has taught creative writing and screenwriting at the university level.
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