I want to welcome Kimberly Dean. First I’d love you to introduce yourself.
Hello, I’m Kimberly Dean. I write paranormal romance, contemporary romance, and erotica.
Tell us about your latest release.
Dream Walker is the story of a Dream Weaver who falls in love with a beautiful scientist plagued by sleepwalking. It’s the second book in my Dream Weavers series, which is based on the Greek legend of the Oneiroi. The Oneiroi are deamons who bestow dreams upon sleeping humans. In this particular story, the heroine is being possessed by a Somnambulist, and it’s up to her Dream Weaver to save her.
Now I have a few questions for you – I have found readers do like to know fun things about us writers.
1.) Who is your favorite villain – it can be from a book (even one of yours), movie or TV show. And why?
I’d have to go with CatWoman. She’s cool, clever, sexy, and not totally evil. She wears great clothes, gets away with mischief, and has Batman panting after her.
2.) Who is your favorite character out of your books? Why?
I really liked Jason Sloan from Courting Trouble. He’s a former hockey player turned businessman, yet he still approaches life with the same aggressiveness that got him thrown in the penalty box more often than not. Roxie from my Triple X series is my favorite heroine. She grew up in the foster care system and is wild and independent. For both characters, I like their layers. They say and do what they want to do, not caring what others think, yet they have such good hearts. I’d love to take the leaps that they do, but I’m too cautious.
3.) What do genre do you write? What made you pick that one?
I write paranormal romance, contemporary romance, and erotica (that always ends up being a romance, too.) I like variety, and most of my story ideas are in the contemporary and paranormal genres. I started off writing erotica. That’s where I was able to enter the marketplace, so it still holds a special place in my heart.
4.) What are you working on now?
I have more ideas for the Dream Weavers, so I’m plotting the next book, which is titled Riveting Dreams. I’m also working on my Courting series, which is contemporary erotic romance. The series is about Luxxor Limited, a high-end escort service that specializes in love matches. The next book is Courting Danger. It’s a thriller, and it releases just in time for Halloween.
5.) What got you to start writing?
Years ago, I went through a spate where all I was reading were disappointing books. I thought to myself, “I could do better.” That led to “Why don’t you?” It was a pretty big claim for somebody who’d never written anything creative, beyond what was assigned as homework in school. So I sat down and gave it a try. That was eleven years ago, and I haven’t stopped writing since.
6.) Where do you get your ideas from?
Ideas can come from anywhere – songs, television shows, movies, news, myths, just driving, etc. The important part is to pay attention when my mind starts to wander.
7.) What would people who read your work be surprised to find out about you?
I’m not English. I’ve written a lot of books for British publishers. When they edit, they change everything into England’s English. Readers assume that I live there because of that, but I’m an American.
8.) Do you have any special talents?
I’m a good volleyball setter. A coach once challenged me to set a ball and have it land on the top of his head. Nailed it. Won a Coke.
9.) What was the one piece of advice you received when you were an aspiring author that has stuck with you? Why?
I published before I found out about writing organizations, critique groups, etc. This was before the Internet was prevalent. I jumped into the deep end without knowing any other writers. I wish I’d had advice. It could have saved me some wrong turns.
10.) If you could talk to any famous figure (present, past or fictional) who would it be and what would you talk about?
Kim Russo, the psychic medium. I’d be interested to hear who would come through in a reading.
11.) What song would you say describes your life?
I don’t know if it describes my life, but Rachel Platten’s Fight Song resonates with me.
12.) If you could come back as any animal – what would it be?
A tiger, because they’re beautiful and fierce.
When taking the Myers-Briggs personality test in high school, Kimberly was rated as an INFJ (Introverted-Intuitive-Feeling-Judging). This result sent her into a panic, because there were no career paths recommended for the type. Fortunately, it turned out to be well-suited to a writing career. Since receiving that dismal outlook, Kimberly has become an award-winning author of romance and erotica. She has written for seven publishing houses, both domestic and international, and has recently focused her efforts on the exciting world of self-publishing. When not writing, she enjoys movies, sports, traveling, music, and sunshine. In her mind, a beach, some rock ‘n’ roll, and a good book make for a perfect day.
Research scientist Shea Caldwell has always had a thing for security consultant, Derek Oneiros. He’s smart, handsome, and built like a Greek god. As attracted as she is to him, though, she’s afraid to let him into her bed – because she’s dangerous when she sleeps.
Derek is known among his brothers as “The Machine,” yet his carefully cultivated control is put to the test whenever he’s around Shea. The woman is as beautiful as she is intelligent, but they’ve always kept things professional – until Derek learns why. Shea is sleepwalking again, but what she doesn’t know is that he may be the only one who can help her. For he is a Greek daemon, and he’s charged with protecting her dreams.
With Shea threatened, Derek makes things personal, and their nights together turn steamy and intimate. He’s ready to battle against the Somnambulist that’s been controlling his lover in her sleep, yet is the night creature really causing all the harm? When Shea’s groundbreaking research notes are stolen, it’s clear that other evil forces may be at work.
Dream Walker Buy links:
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He’d let her fall asleep.
It was the first clear thought that ran through Shea’s mind when she opened her eyes. That and the fact that Derek was still with her. His heat pressed against her back, and his arm draped heavily across her waist. They were lying side by side on her bed, her body tucked up close against his.
Yet even as she responded in pleasure, she tensed.
Darkness was falling. They’d spent the day making love, and now the sun was setting. Night was creeping in. She stared at the oil painting that hung on the wall until her nerves began to crawl. Even the littlest thing could set her Somnambulist off—and today had been anything but normal—yet she’d let herself be lulled into sleep.
What had she been thinking?
“There you are,” a deep voice rumbled. The hand against her stomach flexed, and she was pulled more tightly against the big male form behind her.
A muscled thigh slipped between her legs, and Shea arched as a soft kiss was placed on the side of her neck. The intimate embrace had her groaning. Obviously, she hadn’t been thinking. Her brain had been shorted out, disconnected, and thrown right into the bathwater.
How could she have let her guard down like that? The freedom had been fantastic, arousing and intoxicating as fine wine, but how could she have forgotten what had been happening to her? What had happened just this morning?
Had she… Oh, God. Had she done anything in her sleep? With Derek here?
“How long have I been out?” she asked in a rush.
That rumbling voice was too disconcerting, too sexy. She had to look into his eyes. Tucking the sheet up high under her arms, she rolled over to face him. When she did, her breath caught in her chest. His short hair was mussed, and dark shadows lined his jaw. The bad boy look didn’t fit his character, but it was so incredibly hot she had to press her legs together.
Unable to help herself, she let her gaze drop. She took in the well-drawn lines of his body, his muscled chest and rippling abs, but the sheet sitting low on his hips wasn’t what made her look up again. It was the relaxed look on his face. She’d never seen him so calm, so relaxed, so at ease in the moment. It made her belly warm.
Relaxed had to be good, right? If she’d gotten up and danced zombie pirouettes around the bedroom, he wouldn’t be relaxed.
Or so obviously ready to make love to her again.