I’ve mentioned my friend and critique partner, Azure Boone, several times here on the blog. I’ve told you she’s an amazing writer, and a wonderful person. Well, today, you get to meet the lady herself! I know you’ll be as crazy about her as I am. Please join me in welcoming Azure Boone, in her guise as the…
Kenra: So, Azure, readers have to know – what the hell *is* a motherfugnwriter?
Azure: Well, it’s a title for the Mother and Wife Writer. The –fugn- part (which I’ve told my husband is German for love and pronounced few-gen, LOL) represents two things to me: that thing we do as “wives”, and the bad-ass women we actually ARE. The original phrase was “Mother Fucking Writer”. But, virgin ears and all….
Kenra: Let’s all hope Azure’s hubby never gets curious enough to look that word up! Or mention it to someone who knows German… Azure, what made you start motherfugnwriters?
Azure: Umm, well, mainly to form a cyber-place where mom/wife writers could relax and meet other women they could relate to. Motherfugnwriters often feel alone, despite having children. We’re behind the scenes doing all the necessary shit nobody else wants to do. I thought it would be nice to have a place where we could let our hair down – maybe even cuss a lot, since we play a saint all day long.
We talk about the things we don’t have anyone else to talk to about. Which is one of the reasons my posts are often of a “wifely/writerly” nature, as well as motherly.
Kenra: Tell us about this Zazzle store you’ve been burning the midnight oil to set up.
Azure: I create products that would make great gifts for writers – T-shirts, mugs, hats and shit with funny writer slogans that highlight the secret and alien life of Writers. So I decided to set them up in an online store.
Kenra: What inspires your posts? Some of them are a bit… ahem… unique.
Azure: Gosh, my posts seem to be PMS inspired I think. Like a random stream of conscious, wherever my life takes me, that’s what’s getting posted. I usually keep it geared to Writing, which is easy, since it’s what I love doing and studying.
Kenra: What do you do in real life? What’s your day-in-the-life of a MFW?
Azure: Well it’s LOUD, for one thing. I have 8 kids, 9 if I count my grandson. But don’t panic, 3 of them take care of themselves, so that leaves me with… err 5, sometimes 6. I home school 3, soon to be 4, of the 5 right now. The challenge, which I’ve kinda overcome, was juggling it all.
We all work together. My kids do laundry – yes, washing, drying, and folding – they do dishes, everything except mop the floors and clean the toilets, in fact.
Kenra: What 3 of your posts would you most like to share with readers here?
Azure: I’m partial to the last one I did, Killing The Erotic Muse, and I liked Getting Wet And Ready about getting in the mood… Oh, and I liked Naked Bare Back Muse Riders For Hire. I know, I love these wacky titles.
Kenra: Where else can we find you online?
Kenra: One final thing. Azure’s Paranormal Romance, Devil Wants A China Doll, will soon be available. Her main character, Rone, is possessed by the demon of Lust and Rage. He manages to live life because he has a psychic shield that prevents the demon from contaminating anyone he has contact with – important because the demon can make a person commit suicide by sex. Then he meets Sheeku, with big problems of her own. Sheeku bypasses Rone’s shields and lives to tell the tale. For a while, anyway.
Azure, will you share a little with us?
Azure: You know I will! This is a make-up scene, after Sheeku thinks Rone cheated on her with another woman.
I kissed her teary cheek softly.
Her hand was suddenly in my hair, sliding on my face.
Oh God, no, please… don’t do that. Not now, I won’t stop…
She slowly turned her face to me and no force in Heaven could move me away. And there she was, staring up at me with glittery blue eyes, offering a chance to redeem myself. Make it better, please do it. Make it better.
The burning stab in my chest combined with the fire in my groin. I closed my eyes. Shield was on tight, but what if this was the demon’s doing?
She slowly sat up and my body matched her every move, magnetized, trapped in her pull. So much need to fill, and pain to erase. And she wanted me to do it. The nice guy with the soul-eating devil.
I could only watch as she put her hands on my shoulders and climbed into my lap, facing me. My hands clamped on her waist as heat bolts shot through my groin. I wrapped her in a hard embrace, wanting to feel her completely, no, prevent her from doing more, prevent me from ripping her clothes off.
I pressed my face to her chest, listening to the frantic life calling for me. I embraced her closer, wanting her to be real. Fuck, she was, she was so real.
In one push, the buried man inside me broke free. I dug hungry fingers into firm muscle at the junction of her jeaned thighs. Her breath drew in sharp and the sound struck the demon’s cell. The demon struck back hard, and I strained my mind, solidifying the quiver in his cell while sliding my hands slowly and firmly up, feeling her body beneath the light t-shirt.
I wanted that satiny skin beneath it more than ever. “Sheeku.” My fingertips pressed on their way back down. Down, until I filled my hands with her perfect ass. I squeezed hard and pressed her tight to my stomach.
The desire in her voice slammed me with terror. I waited for her to call my demon’s name next.
My hands surged back up her body, the man in me knowing the time was short. He hurried to take before being locked away, one hand pressing those perfectly shaped breasts into my chest, those bite-me nipples driving me to the point of orgasm. Hunger purred up my throat as I wrapped the base of her hair with trembling fingers.
I pulled her head back and stared at her slender neck. Her nails dug into my shoulder blades and desire raced on fiery currents through my veins. I studied the creamy column. She was life and I would die if I didn’t taste her. Just once.
I opened my mouth and leaned with a groan. I licked the satin, slow and hard. Salty… sweet… fucking delicious. “Sheeeeeku,” I breathed into her neck.
Then it was there, bitter and biting into my gut. Her fear.
“Stop, please,” she gasped.
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- They Think We Can’t Be A Mother, A Wife aaaaaand A Writer. WATCH US. (azureboone.wordpress.com)