When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I grew up in a remote area where my mother taught my sister and me plus others in a one-room schoolhouse. Books connected us to the outside world and I read everything I could get my hands on, mostly fiction. I particularly liked adventures aimed at a male audience and adored Tarzan stories. My first attempt at creating my own fiction was a comic book with the Lone Ranger’s horse Silver as the hero. Show me a blank piece of paper and I want to fill it.
Who are some of your favorite authors?
I’ve been part of the writing community for so long it’s impossible to name just a few. Those I don’t might come after me. 🙂 I love/love/love what Steven King does with characterization and my friend Catherine Anderson always touches my heart. I consider Maisey Yates and Megan Crane auto buys.
What is your favorite genre?
Another impossible to answer question. It depends on my mood, but I’ve long been a sucker for intense suspense. I’ve read and written so much I can be hard to please so am drawn to fast action and flawed characters.
If you could travel to any time, what time period would you like to explore?
How’s this for specific? I want to travel to the early 1920s so I could spend time with my grandparents, particularly my grandfather who was murdered in 1924. Homer Eon Flint wrote for the pulp magazines and although I have and cherish his fiction and letters, I’d give a great deal to be able to talk shop with him. Also, I want to know about the last day of his life. What happened?
Do you have a favorite vacation spot?
I’ve only been there once but I dream of returning to Alaska. I want to go in early spring or fall after the tourists have left and immerse myself in that awe-inspiring landscape. I have no affinity for cities but show me a picture of Denali and I long to be there. I love to be surrounded by nature, to have it speak to me.
Tell us about your most adventurous experience.
Exploring the Hopi reservation land in Arizona wasn’t all that adventurous but I cherish every moment I spent in that lonely, awesome land. I’d gone there as part of the research I was doing for an historical about the Hopi and Navajo. Not only did I take countless pictures, I believe I understand why the Hopi cherished their homeland. For the record, the book that came out of that trip is Soul Of The Sacred Earth by Vella Munn.
What is the hardest part about writing?
Getting out of the real world and that includes Facebook. 🙂
“It’s an observation,” he said. “Are you ready? You haven’t changed your mind about turning your life over to me?”
“Are you trying to scare me?”
“I probably will, but if I do things right, before long you’ll understand how seductive the lifestyle is. To repeat the question, you’re in this for the long run? Mine to manage until you say enough?”
“You mean I can walk away whenever I want?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Are you brave enough for this? she read in his words. Do you have what it takes? “Let’s get started.”
He nodded and gave her what might pass as a smile for him. She was waiting for the smile to expand when he launched himself at her. He easily wrapped his arms around her and pinned her arms to her side. At the same moment, he spun her toward her car hood and forced her to lean over it. He released her arms but held her head against the cold metal with her cheek flattened on the surface.
She tried to straighten. He shifted position, and she felt his forearm press into the back of her neck. Despite her frantic struggle, he easily captured one wrist and pulled it up and back. Using his hold for leverage, he kept her against the car while he snagged her other wrist and crossed it over the first. Her shoulders burned. She couldn’t lift her head enough to let out a scream. A horrifying clicking sound accompanied by the feel of steel settling over her wrists left no doubt that he’d handcuffed her.
With her arms immobile, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her into an upright position. She opened her mouth to scream, but he shoved cloth into it followed by wrapping tape around her head to keep the cloth in place. At least he had the courtesy to lift her hair off her neck first.
“There,” he announced. “Step one, minimize resistance.”
Her nerves felt as if they were on fire. It took incredible effort to look into his eyes. Night shrouded his features and made him appear deadly—powerful.
“I’ll explain how the Midnight Cavern operates as we go through your introduction.” His tone was conversational. “The line between play and reality has a way of blurring, particularly at the beginning. This isn’t the same as a modeling shoot with props, cameras and makeup people, agents and clients or whatever the hell you have. This is you and me. You’ll have a thousand questions and doubts, but for you to fully experience what your friend went through, you need to walk in her footsteps.”
What are you talking about? What are you doing?
“Because you agreed to it, starting tonight your world has changed,” he said, still holding her hair. “Everything will be revealed as we progress, but it will happen slowly as I introduce you to a world you don’t yet know exists—one your friend may have embraced.”
No! She can’t want what I saw happening to her!
“I will make you one promise, Cilena.” He pulled on her long straight hair, bringing her so close his features blurred. “You will get out of this alive. Your life isn’t in danger. And if at any time you can’t handle it, say the word.”
Despite his reassuring comment, fear weakened her muscles. She’d never been restrained or silenced in her life. Granted, she fantasized about being captured by some powerful man. The accompanying images had proven to be a sure route to a quick, easy, and wild climax which explained why she’d been surfing bondage sites when she spotted Lorey. But this was no fantasy to be indulged when she had nothing except her vibrator to keep her company.
Her Hard Choice
by Vonna Harper
Shanel Fox always wanted to be a cop – and was damn good at her job – but lost her career in a budget crunch. Now she sells real estate… not knowing she’s being watched.
Hall works for a secret organization. His current assignment calls for him to provide a woman for a despicable group of men who want a plaything and have the money to buy whatever their hearts desire… even if it is money they have no right to. Hall is determined to bring them down and he has chosen Shanel.
Her willingness doesn’t matter. He must do his job. Whatever it takes, he will bend her to his will. What happens when the darkness consumes them both? Will they break, or will they be able to find a way to the light together?
DISCLAIMER: This is a dark and sexually explicit story which contains scenes of deep power exchange and the domestic discipline of adult women. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.
Taming the Enemy
by Vonna Harper
Shani will do whatever it takes to defeat her clan’s greatest enemies—even if it means allowing herself to be captured. But what she didn’t expect was to be seized by war leader Kieran. Or to enjoy his lessons in submission.
Kieran’s methods are proven and inescapable. Shani will submit to an erotic mix of spanking and stimulation, and he knows she will enjoy it. Won’t she?
Vonna Harper lives a ‘normal’ and quiet life much to her neighbors’ and dog’s relief. What they don’t know is how her mind under that neglected mop of hair works. As she weeds her so-called gardens or accompanies her furry friend to the mailbox, her thoughts swarm with kinky and exciting possibilities for her characters. Capture/bondage fantasies fascinate her which is why many of her erotica titles zero in on that theme. To keep the record straight, she has no interest in wearing chains in the real world. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to write about them which she does, a lot. When not writing, she hangs out on Facebook and thinks up excuses for not shopping. She has one husband, two sons, and four grandchildren. Yep, Vonna is that old.