Tori lives a romance story every day of her life. She and her husband were high school sweethearts. Told by friends and family alike their relationship would never last, they were determined to prove that true love can stand the test of time. Thirty years later, their marriage is stronger than ever. Her handsome hubby is all things to her—lover, confidant, and most of all, her best friend. If there is one thing that Tori knows about it is everlasting love. And they always say to write what you know.
Tori calls the beautiful Sonoran Desert home. She wakes up each morning to the howls of coyotes and the barking of her family dogs wanting to join the fray.
When Tori isn’t writing, she’s either spending time with her two, wonderful adult children, or creating stained glass art.
She likes her love stories scorching hot. She tries to infuse a fire and passion between her characters that rivals the blazing summer sun that Arizona is known for. Tori encourages you to bask in the heat between the covers of a Dominant/submissive, happily-ever-after, erotic romance.
Q. How has your journey in publishing been? Anything you would or wouldn’t do again?
I began writing over twenty years ago, but Bondage Anniversary was my first published piece. Throughout the years, I’ve submitted several books and I have the rejection letters to prove it. After each ‘you suck’ letter, I would laugh it off to friends and family and tell them every great author has had a few of their works turned down. Inside, those letters ate away at my confidence and it would take several months, in some cases a few years, before I would be back at the computer trying again. If there was one thing I wouldn’t do again, it is allow those setbacks to cripple my creative spirit.
Q. What advice do you have for someone who wants a career in writing?
First and foremost--never allow someone to squash your dream. Read everything you can get your hands on. Be willing to listen to advice, but always follow your heart.
Q. What other interests or hobbies do you have outside of writing?
I create stained glass pieces both small and large. My husband turned my favorites into furniture—curio cabinets, coffee table and windows.
Q. Do you have a favorite story of the ones you’ve written, either published or not? Why?
My favorite so far is Bondage Wedding. The characters were amazing. They really wanted their story told and refused to leave me alone until I gave them their happily ever after. Seriously, they visited me in my dreams, in the shower, even on a day trip I took with my family. I spent the whole time typing on my laptop. My kids still tease me about it.
Okay...enough with the business questions! How about some fun stuff?
Q. If you won the lottery, what is the FIRST thing you’d do? What would you buy and why?
The first thing I’d do is buy homes for my kids. They are awesome. Love them to death, but it’s time for me to experience empty nest syndrome. I want to know what it’s like to miss the pitter patter of little feet. Most nights I have a house full of college kids, baking until all hours of the morning and crashing on my couch. Having said that, I doubt it would take more than a week or so before I’d miss the sink full of dishes and garbage overflowing the pail.
Q. When YOU read, what do you like to pick up?
I don’t have a ton of time to read these days. So when I get the opportunity, it’s usually an erotic romance. I’m a huge fan of Lexi Blake’s Master’s and Mercenaries series and almost anything by Christine Feehan.
Q. Tell us one thing about you that might surprise us...it can be a secret...we won't tell. :)
I live right up the road from a nudist colony.
Please tell us about your recent release.
Bondage Wedding came out last Friday. It’s the third in the Desired Discipline series. This book is about the bodyguard, James, we first met in Bondage Celebration and the receptionist, Amanda, at the BDSM club, DiscipliNation. Poor Amanda has a stalker and James is assigned as her bodyguard. Amanda has a weakness for bad boys and she tries to stay clear of them. She’s looking for a poet or an artist. Little does she know, she’ll find a little of both in James. Now if she could just break him of his spanking and rope fetish, life would be good. Or so she thinks.
**this book goes on General Release, available EVERYWHERE on Friday, 3/21/14***
James faltered as he walked into the security office and saw Amanda, the dark-haired, blue-eyed temptress who had haunted his dreams for the last three months, with tears streaming down her face. As the receptionist for the kink club, DiscipliNation, Amanda was the primary reason he spent his evenings off wandering around the great hall. It was pathetic and it made him feel like a damned fool, since she barely gave him the time of day. Not that he expected anything else from a collared submissive.
“André,” James greeted the owner of DiscipliNation and nodded to Amanda. It was bad form to speak to another Dom’s sub without their permission. Though he had virtually stalked Amanda for months now, he had no idea whose collar she wore. Ashamed to be fixated with a taken submissive, he didn’t allow himself to investigate her. Except for little tidbits of gossip, he knew nothing of her past. Instead, he spent every available minute of his time in her proximity.
“James, thank you for coming. We’ve got a situation here and we need your help.” The gentlemen shook hands and André waved James to a chair beside Amanda.
The office was small, not much wider than a hallway. Amanda was sitting with her back to a bank of video screens documenting the activity both inside and on the grounds of the club. Tonight, DiscipliNation was hosting a special public event. To keep security manageable, the privacy rooms were closed, thus the screens for those cameras were turned off.
As James sat down, he caught a whiff of Amanda’s perfume. It was hard to describe. Without meaning to, he leaned closer, inhaling the elusive, but alluring scent. Damn it. He didn’t need another reason to be obsessed with her.
“Someone’s threatening Amanda and using the club’s closed circuit video system to do it. Show him the latest picture.” André pulled James’ thoughts back to the business at hand.
His protective instincts went into hyper-drive. He’d been a bodyguard long enough to know he needed to stay detached, yet with Amanda that wasn’t going to be easy. She had the girl-next-door look in spades. Her body had delicious curves that sent his imagination working overtime. But her innocent, pixie face made him feel world-weary. Though they were only a few years apart, he felt like a dirty old man. He would gladly protect her from any threat, but how would he protect her from himself?
Amanda scooted the envelope and the eight-by-ten color photo she’d received that afternoon toward James. The picture had been taken outside the club’s main building in an area that had been set up for fire-play. It was obvious the photo had been tampered with. Amanda’s face had been superimposed over another woman’s body. The picture was artistic in nature—red and orange flames contrasted against the grey smoke and black night. It was clear this frame of the video had been chosen with care. Why?
As many times as he’d visited the club, he’d never spotted Amanda in a play area. It looked to him like she never ventured beyond her desk in the lobby area. He knew that couldn’t be true. Why would anyone work at a kink club and not at least occasionally enjoy the benefits the facility had to offer?
James took a closer look at the photo. While he wasn’t into fire-play, he understood the scene wasn’t one of violence. However, the words ‘Roast Bitch’ written across the photo in red marker left little to the imagination. He doubted there would be any evidence to be garnered by the photo or envelope, but he was careful not to touch them anyway. Using the eraser head of a pencil, James removed the picture from the envelope. He noticed it was addressed to ‘DiscipliNation, Attention: Amanda’. “Is this the way most mail comes addressed?”
“No, some of the suppliers use my name if we’ve been working on something special, but normally mail is sent in the club’s name only,” Amanda explained.
“You said this was the latest threat, what else has happened?” And why the hell wasn’t I notified after the first one? Bringing it up at this point would only muddle the issue, but he did intend to make damn sure he was aware of each development from here on out.
“First, I received an email. It wasn’t such a blatant threat.” She shook her head. “I thought maybe it was a joke or something, so I didn’t tell anyone.”
“Bring it up on the laptop. He needs to see it.” André pointed to his computer lying at the end of the counter.
Amanda pulled it onto her lap and brought up her email. The image showed her face superimposed onto another woman’s body. The woman was tied to post and receiving a whipping. Across the bottom was written ‘Let’s Party, Bitch’.
“It was sent by a Master X. Do you know anyone who goes by that name? It sounds a little melodramatic.”
Amanda gave him a tenuous smile then shook her head. André confirmed what James had assumed. “We don’t have any members who use that name.”
“What else has happened?” He knew there was more. Amanda looked like hell. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hands had trembled as she’d logged into the computer. This had been bothering her for a while. James looked at the date on the message. She’d received it over a week ago.