Hi Kaily! Thanks for having me on the blog today. You posed an interesting question in your email of why I write what I write. It got me thinking…
Well, first off—I write mainly because I’m incapable of doing anything else. I have no organizational skills to speak of and I despise responsibility. My main skills are learning, and making sh*t up. And when I write, I get to do both!
I also like to write about science. Most of my stories fall under the category of “paranormal,” but they generally walk the line between sci-fi and paranormal. My favorite thing about science is its lack of emotion. There’s this cool detachment in research—even when the topic being studied is incredibly emotional, and even when the study itself is morally questionable. I adore the sheen of cool that a scientific outlook provides.
That cold detachment provides a jumping off point for the emotions of the story. I have a hard time writing feelings in a vacuum. Emo werewolves and drama-laden heroines freak me out. I need distance and action and plot devices. I need a smooth, hard wall of “fact” as a launching point for the feelings under the surface.
For example, in my new release STUDENSTEIN, my hero Royce is a Love-Bot controlled remotely by his builders. At the start of the book, he’s engaging in a BDSM scene with a “client,” but his actions are mechanical. He’s literally following a script in his mind, and checking my heroine Shani out at the same time. I love the concept that something as intimate as sex can be broken down into a clinical array of motions and actions.
When Shani takes Royce away from his network, he’s in many ways lost. Without directions scrolling through his mind, he isn’t sure how to think or feel. It’s no co-incidence that Royce and Shani spend time in the woods together. I love to get my cut-and-dried love-bots out into nature. In this case—a campground. The buzzing lights of the bathrooms contrast with the rustling of trees, the RV they’re driving is a lone piece of machinery fighting to function with only a water and electrical hook-up. It’s a science-meets-eden wonderland!
My machines always end up in the woods, or at sea, or in the forest. For me, there’s nothing hotter than breaking down the clinical and letting the emotions sing through.
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A man built for sex… A woman who wants more…
Freedom fighter Shani Brown is determined to drag the ungrateful Royce back to her team in Seattle. Despite his denial of mistreatment, she wants to give him a chance at a better life. Due to her horrific past as an unlicensed love-bot, Shani never plans to have sex again. But Royce’s makers punish him remotely with crippling pain. His only escape is to orgasm. Never one to turn her back on a job, Shani soon finds herself servicing him—and soon after, caring for him.
Love-bot Royce Harden wasn’t looking to be rescued, especially not from the San Francisco BDSM club where he was having a perfectly good time. But rescued he was—by a hellcat bent on delivering him to her people. As Royce starts to trust Shani, he begins to dream of freedom. But freedom comes with a price. Royce must face his vanity, his makers, and even the loss of his sexual upgrades if he’s going to be the man Shani deserves.
Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
If you like science-y subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy Harris. You can find her on Twitter, Facebook and at www.thedaisyharris.com.
Daisy, it was so awesome to have you here today and I just love the premise of your story. Good luck with it!