I’d like to welcome Seelie Kay, author of the Kinky Briefs
series to my blog today.
KS: I am a former attorney and journalist, now a full-time writer. I
was born and raised in southeastern Wisconsin, and after attending school and
living around the country, I returned to raise my family here. It takes a
village to raise a child, and everyone in my village was in Wisconsin.
RW: How many hours a day do
you spend writing?
KS: I write when inspired.
I have no set schedule. Somedays, I write for eight to ten hours; other times,
I write nothing at all.
RW: Has your life changed
since you became a writer? What’s the best thing about being a writer?
KS: I have been writing
since I was in third grade, when I won my first national essay contest. I love
to write. It is very much my “comfort food.” I stopped doing it when I had
eight surgeries in five years, simply because I was in an “anesthesia fog.” The
day I picked up my pen and began writing again was one of the happiest of my
life.
RW: Who are your favorite
authors? Who influenced your writing?
KS: J.D. Robb, James
Patterson, Lisa Scottoline, and David Balducci are among my favorite authors.
And my writing was most influenced by my mentors—journalism teachers, and newspaper
and magazine editors and publishers. However, I have always been a voracious
reader. I think it is safe to say that any writer I have read—good or
bad—influenced me in some way. Dr. Seuss, for example, taught me that writing
should be fun. And for me, it is!
RW: Who are your favorite
characters among the books you’ve written?
KS: While I try to include lawyers of all ages in my stories, the
ones who move me the most are the ones closest to my age who find love later in
life. However, one younger character really stands out for me: Katia “Munk” Hrulata,
a civil litigator newly diagnosed with MS. We share a journey that many cannot
understand—searching for love after the diagnosis of a very cruel and fickle
disease, Multiple Sclerosis. She appears for the first time in Kinky Briefs, Thrice and will continue
in future books.
RW: What’s your most embarrassing moment?
KS: My water breaking in Wal-Mart. Everyone thought
I had wet my pants!
RW: Hunky heroes or average Joe?
KS: Men with brilliant minds who provide
scintillating conversation. Looks
mean little to me. When all else fails (ahem) that ability to communicate is
going to carry you through.
RW: Party life or quiet dinner for two?
KS: Totally depends on my mood.
RW: I’m always ready for (fill in the blank).
KS: Adventure.
RW: I can never (fill in the blank) because (fill
in the blank).
KS: I can never turn away from someone truly in
need, because I firmly believe that we have a responsibility to help, not kick,
those who are down.
RW: Those are all the questions I have for
you. Thank you for speaking to me.
KINKY BRIEFS, THRICE
The
Plot
Take a kinky romp through lawyerland!
Lawyers get their kink on in this
sizzling collection of short stories. Through the eyes of a lawyer toiling away
in the backroom of a law firm, a wicked window into the legal world opens as
she spins her outrageous tales of lawyers in love, cranky judges, and those who
serve them. From a randy AG who uses his cycle to woo a young law firm
associate to a Sheikh and lawyer in a fight for their lives, or a kinky lawyer
struggling to adapt to a diagnosis of a crippling, chronic illness to a rowdy
fantasy about a new sheriff in town, each lawyer attacks life with humor and
passion, always ready to embrace just a dash of kink. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry,
you might even blush, but one thing’s for certain, when you’re done reading,
you’ll run out and buy a set of handcuffs!
An
Excerpt:
From Chapter 10: “The
One Who Got Away”
“The elegant champagne flute slipped through my fingers,
shattering as it struck the floor.
“My God, Cari, are you okay? You look like you have seen a
ghost.”
I turned to Martin Dunning, the esteemed Governor of
Missouri, and muttered, “Ghosts are dead. Unfortunately, this man is not.” I
tried to smile. “Sorry about the flute. You can add it to my tax bill. Tell
Molly I’ll call her tomorrow.” I turned to leave, but a hand on my right
shoulder stopped me.
“I dinna come all this way to watch the back of you, Cari,”
said a soft voice with an Irish lilt.
My best friend’s husband stood by, looking chagrined.
Martin clearly did not know whether he should intervene. “It’s okay, Martin,” I
said quickly, my voice strained. I turned to the Irish interloper. “Ian O’Leary,
meet Martin Dunning, the Governor of Missouri.”
Ian smiled and extended a hand. “Very pleased to meet you,
sir,” he said, a charming grin crossing
his face.
Martin looked at us,
puzzled. “I don’t believe you’ve ever mentioned an Ian, Cari.” He looked
directly at Ian, his steely blue-gray
eyes sizing up the man before him. “How do you two know each other? Did she sue
you or something?”
I could not help it. A bitter laugh just slipped out. “No.
I haven’t mentioned him because he’s the
one who got away.” I turned and walked toward the door. I had not seen the
man in twenty years, and I did not want to see him now. I walked as fast as I
could toward the exit. I needed to get out of there.
Allow me to backtrack a bit. I met Ian O’Leary in New York
City. I was attending an annual law meeting. He was working as a bartender at one of the many clubs my friends
and I frequented on our little field trip. As stupid as it sounds, it was love
at first sight. He was tall and lean, his genial face framed with short blond
hair that tended to fall into his bright blue eyes. Ian had a wicked smile that
stirred the heat in my loins, and as I listened to his banter with other customers, I became entranced.
I was young and naïve, barely out of law school. It was a
time when I still believed in passion and romance, a time when my heart still
ruled my head. Back then, I trusted
easily, even a handsome stranger with an amazingly sexy Irish lilt. We went out
the next night and the next. A week later, I returned to Chicago and he
followed me there. Less than two weeks later, we were talking about marriage
and I was standing in line at the U.S. Passport Office trying to convince a
government official to expedite a passport so I could return to Ireland with
Ian.Ten days later, I dragged myself off a plane at O’Hare International
Airport in Chicago, my heart shattered, my soul crushed beyond recognition. It
took me a year before I finally crawled out of that rabbit hole, older, wiser,
and vowing to never again give my heart to any man. I never did.”
SEELIE
KAY
Seelie Kay engages in flights of fancy
about lawyers in love, drawing on a vivid imagination, an inquisitive mind, and
more than twenty-five years in the legal world. After stints as a journalist
and lawyer, Seelie hung out her shingle as a freelance writer, editor, and
author. When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for
lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera,
gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her
message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. We will find a cure!
Book
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Contact
Seelie At:
Website:
http://www.seeliekay.com
Facebook:
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Twitter:
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E-Mail: mailto:seeliekay51@yahoo.com
Amazon
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