by D.F. Krieger!
When she’s not writing, she can be found surrounded by rescue cats who call her, “Mom” while she’s cross-stitching, crocheting, painting, or playing video games. Her family loves that she plays video games, though they refuse to play first person shooter games against her anymore because she makes an awesome sniper.
You can find D. F. on the East Coast, hiding away from the real world with a gleam in her eye and a plot in her head. She resides with her husband, kids, and pets; who all kindly put up with her random bouts of laughter—over things she can’t explain—and journal collecting fetish.
Wanna keep an eye on D. F. online? You can find her at her website dfkrieger.com where she updates what she’s working on and occasionally posts to a blog.
Tell us about your title featured in this set:
Joy’s Edge came to me when I was writing the previous book in the series, Hope’s Edge. Joy, a veterinarian, is too spunky not to write about. Her story took me a little longer than I wanted because neither she, nor the hero, were willing to play as nicely as I planned. Then I realized, screw nicely. These two were meant to take off in a clash of sparks. So I let them have their way, and then they got around to really having their way and let’s just say I kinda felt more like a voyeur than an author sometimes.
Tell us something about yourself:
I came from a place of cows and cornfields in central US, and chance, strange love, and a random encounter that involved a Drow and a Rakshasa brought me to the East Coast. I’m now married to the Rakshasa, I didn’t kill him as planned, and I spend my days editing, writing, and raising our kids.
Tell us about your writing process:
There is no process. It’s sheer chaos in its truest form. I open a MS Word document, and then just kinda do the moving of the fingers and BLAM. Stuff and things cause rarrr, I am writer, hear me…type?
What is your favorite genre to read?
I’m actually a lover of many genres so long as the writing style is good. Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance…even the occasional Horror. But like rarrr scary things horror not ooga booga gore horror.
What would you say is the one thing are you most passionate about?
What is with this one thing stuff? I can’t choose one unless it’s like Coke versus Mountain Dew. I’m passionate about animal rescue, my family, and video games. Order not indicative of importance. (It’s totally the video games.)
When you are not writing, what do you like to do?
I’m a gamer, hardcore. I live on Final Fantasy 14. LIVE. Liiiiiive. I also do things like cross stitching, crocheting, horseback riding, violin lessons, and say things like “Stop that!” like a freaking parrot to my kids.
If someone who hasn’t read any your books asked you to describe your story in this set (the elevator pitch!) what would you say?
Joy explores her edge play fantasy of forced seduction with an ex-military man turned horse rescuer.
Where can readers connect with you?
Thank you so much for having me, despite my crazy butt and weird responses. I do hope any readers who lasted this long into my interview will give the box set a try because some of those stories (yep, I got a naughty sneak peek at some!) are hot, hot, HOT! And if you snorted liquid out your nose from laughing, I’m not taking blame for that. I totally warned you not to.
Knowing time was of the essence, I darted to the bathroom and took a shower. The idea of going to dinner wreaking of barn, antiseptic, and cleaning agents didn’t appeal to me. I was sure it wouldn’t exactly incite desire in my dinner date either. Then again, he’d seemed perfectly at home in the barn. Normally, I would have enjoyed my little friend I had stashed in the shower, but I’d set a pretty restrictive time limit so the vibrator would have to wait…again.
“If I don’t get some kind of action before this night is over, by his hand or mine, I’m going to scream,” I grumbled to myself as I towel-dried my hair.
I picked out a cute little sundress that fell just past my knees. A date was a date, after all. When it came time to slip my panties on, I hesitated. Would he really spank me in the parking lot? How would he know if I didn’t wear them? Maybe I should wear them, then decide over dinner whether they stayed after I had a chance to get an idea of his personality.
Yes, that’s what I’d do. I would wear the damn things, and see if he was even worth taking them off for.