What is your book’s genre or category and what draws you to the genre?
Aidy: Curvy Diversion is an erotic romance. I love happy ever afters (or even happy for nows) that come with a…ahem… happy ending. Happy with some naughtiness is my jam.
Can you describe the story in one or two sentences for our readers?
Aidy: Danica, a plus-size model needs a break from the BDSM scene, so when Grant, an old friend calls and asks her to jump in on a last minute photoshoot, she’s in. Grant’s hoping she’ll be in for a whole lot more than dirty pictures.
Tell us the story behind the story. What influenced you to write it and how long did it take you?
Aidy: I’ve been trying to write Danica and Grant’s story for a year. Dani has been fighting me hardcore. So I went behind her back to find out what happened between her and Grant before they hook up at Devils and Angels, the BDSM club. Turns out, they spent some naughty times together on Tortuga Island off the coast of Costa Rica…in a hurricane.
Is there a part of you in any of the characters?
Aidy: The biggest part of me in all my books is that I’m a curvy girl too. I wanted to read more books with plus-size, BBW, curvy women in them, that I could relate to, so I started writing them!
If you assigned an actor/actress to the characters in your novel, who would they be?
Aidy: I spend a lot of time pinning inspiration pictures to my book boards on Pinterest. When it came to Danica I found a ton of pictures of Christina Hendricks. You know, that badass redhead from Mad Men. But Tess Holliday, the inspiring plus-size model of #EffYourBeautyStandards fame definitely a took a lead role in my mind while writing.
Now Grant, hmm. He’d be a combination of Chris Hemsworth and Leif Stacey. Your basic HAWT modern day Viking god…with style. *swoon*
Do you have a favorite book or art that inspires you?
Aidy: Oh, if only you could see my office, and my loft. I’ve basically got a library in my house. I love books (a little too much). Reading stories always gives me ideas for more stories that I can write.
But, I also like to do other creative stuff like craft, make jewelry, decorate, you know, all the artsy-fartsy fun. Anything like that inspires me, keeps my creative well filled up.
When did you decide to become a writer?
Aidy: I’m not one of those writing in the womb writers. I dabbled in it here and there, but I really took it up about ten years ago when I was living abroad. I taught English as a Foreign language in Vietnam. I had a lot of extra free time then and I was reading a lot. Then it struck me that it would also be fun to write romance stories. So I did. Those first ones were so cute and tame…then I discovered erotic romance and found my mojo.
How do you find the time to write?
Aidy: Writing is a solitary business a lot of the time, and well, I’m a people person. So I set up writing dates with my friends. We might meet at a coffee shop or more often online and we chat a little and write a lot. Most of my days off and evenings (and a few stupidly early mornings) I’m online somewhere doing writing sprints with other writers. Plus, also, I basically had to give up watching TV except Downton Abbey and The Walking Dead.
What are you working on right now?
Aidy: I’m working on my first serial. Angelina, the owner of Devils and Angels has a long, fun, dirty backstory. So I’m writing that, working her and her lover(s) up to the current timeline happening in Curvy Temptation. That’s been tons of fun.
How can readers find you online? social accounts, website, etc..
Aidy: I’m all over the interwebs!
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Excerpt from Curvy Diversion
***Being able to add cover shots from the first ever all-bodies swimsuit edition of the men’s sports magazine would make the whole photoshoot more than worth it.
If they went with Grant’s proposal it meant much needed money and a major boost to my career. Which would be sweet. Plus body positivity in mainstream media? Hell, yeah. A reality check filled with red-eye flights, chilly hurricane weather, and sea-weed up my bum. Priceless.
That is if Grant could sell it. If the board were giggly female models, no problem. But, he was payrolling this whole photoshoot on his own dime, it obviously meant a lot to him to make it work. Four models, half a dozen crew and the equipment alone had to run him at least twenty-five K. Plus, all the travel expenses. Even if we were only here for three nights.
I walked up the beach to the tent to wash off, warm up, and change my clothes. I rarely had jobs outside of a studio, and had never gotten the chance to go on a beach shoot, not that I’d get to do any sun bathing or anything. But having the butt-crack of dawn call gave me plenty of time to check out the seafood and a waterfall my fans on social media told me to visit. That is if the weather held.
The small freshwater shower the crew had set up rinsed off most of the grit, but salt and sand scratched me in places I didn’t even know existed. More came out when I peeled off the bikini top. I had half the beach in each cup. But the warm water slowly quieted the goosebumps.
“Danica,” a male voice with the lovely deep rumble of arousal came from behind me. Usually that was more than welcome. But with Grant?
Everyone and their mothers ran around naked or half-clothed on sets, but for some reason my hands still popped up to cover my breasts, which surprised the heck out of me. More men than I could count on my fingers and toes had seen me more than naked, and I certainly wasn’t a modest mouse.
The time I spent at the club, which was most nights, I used voyeurism and exhibitionism to amp up the fun playing with my subs. Through the imposing purple door of Devils and Angels were rules, expectations, and limits which were a big part of why I liked BDSM. Same went for a photoshoot. Photographers and models had their own special power exchange relationship. Both situations had particular levels of trust built in and that made me comfortable enough to take my clothes off. There was none of that with Grant.
He leaned against the tent pole and threw a camera bag over his shoulder. “The photographer showed me a couple of the shots and the red of your hair matches the sunrise perfectly. We couldn’t do better if it was photoshopped.”
I forgot to listen to what he said. This was the first I’d seen of him and I was too busy being hypnotized by the scruff on his dimpled chin. Wouldn’t that feel nice rubbing across my skin. He was one of those guys that got better looking with each year.
Plus, a man in a suit with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened had that ready for sex look I could never resist.
No no. Just friends. Always. It was probably the reason we’d been pals as long as we had. We’d missed the more-than-friends window a long time ago. Not that I wanted to be more than that with him. No. This was comfortable. But, just because we were friends didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate his appeal.***
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