Ever wonder what makes
your favorite Decadent authors tick? I know I do, so I decided to task them
with a plot to just lay it out. It went something like this:
Decadent lovelies, this
is your mission should you choose to accept it: Identify a secret (nonsexual)
quirky fondness…
I braced myself. I
didn’t know what to expect. There were rumors of squirty cheese, something
about exploding candy, and concerns over 'quirky' performance anxiety. At first
I was concerned the mission would fail partly from over emphasis on scary
foodstuffs, also from the fact that we all stay so busy writing. In the end,
they came through like champions, albeit strange victors overly obsessed with
food anomalies.
Taryn Kincaid, author
of Frost, Sleepy Hollow – Book Three, said schmaltzy Hallmark Hall
of Fame commercials that make people (her) sniffle ranked high.
Made For Her creatrix, Jessica Subject,
admitted a fondness for
zesty garlic croutons, which means someone else will have to take up her
vampire slack.
Valerie Mann of First
Comes Marriage confessed two quirky delights. The first was a very rare
steak, and the second was waterfalls. I’m not certain if she meant together.
Love Redeemed (Book 2,
The Market Series)’s author, Sorcha
Mowbray scored high with simplicity: cupcakes.
DL Jackson, author of Finding
Mercy logged cinnamon teddy bears as her decadent treat. She said
more, but I think it could get be arrested, so I’ll leave it at that.
Gigolo Seduction’s Fierce Dolan (that would be me has a thing
for sectioned plates, appealing to a sense of order otherwise unattained
anywhere else in life.
Publisher, Heather
Bennet has a hankering for soft cotton T-shirts and natural fabrics in
general, such as Egyptian Cotton sheets and goose down pillows.
Author of Take
Me Home, Cowboy, Krista Ames likes to have her shoes tied super tight.
She also mentioned always having to sleep with a fan on. Lacing and hot in the
bedroom? Hmm.
So there you have
it—quirky curiosities about your favorite Decadent authors. Now, you tell us,
what are your tasteful eccentricities? You never know… You might read about
them in a book one day…
It’s
a big responsibility, being the only author listed under ‘F’ on Decadent
Publishing’s Author List. This is an
honor I don’t take it lightly, which is ironic given that it’s a chosen
name.
I
guess it’s no surprise that ‘Fierce’ is a pen name. It has a rockstar quality that I quite like,
although that wasn’t why I chose it. Well-published
in nonfiction, I had a surplus of fiction that needed to find a home. In 2009 I decided to publish under a
different name, one free of biogender and orientation, since I like to write
stories in that blurry margin. Finally I could create a persona from the ground
up, make it whatever I wanted.
So
of course I drew a total blank.
I
asked the Multiverse to tell me the name that best spoke the qualities I needed
in my life at the time, and it came just like that—surname and all. Amateur symbologist and etymologist that I am
went straight to my resources to decode its secret message.
The
earliest appearance of ‘fierce’ in English was around the 13th century, when it
meant ‘noble’ or ‘proud.’ By the 16th
century it was conscripted by a similar French word and its meaning changed to
‘wild.’ ‘Dolan’ originates from Irish,
and translates to ‘dark rebellion.’ So the
cosmos said I was: Wild Dark Rebellion.
I
could write wild, I figured. I could
buck the system and inspire vigilante revolt.
My artful sleight of scrawl could generate spell-binding tension, soul-sucking
plots threateninga plunge into the chaotic void. But I knew my identity retread was about more
than permission to pen uncharted paradigms.
In
that very personal memo was the permission to be more myself, and in opening up
to learn who that was, to embrace myself as a writer, fully.
No
small task, that.
Can
I live freely enough to be thoroughly lucid in my craft? Can I allow myself to
put forward my own raw nature?Maybe.
I’ll give it my best shot, at least until some other Fs get here.
Better
yet, can I be a rockstar?
On
Gigolo Seduction…
Long in passion’s service, confident
Asif enjoys his life as a thirty-something escort, bringing romance into the
lives of metropolitan socialite cougars. Gifted at seducing wealthy white MILFs
and bringing them endless pleasure, the arrogant Persian eschews investing in a
personal life. A chance meeting with young artist, Cass, while on the job at a
gala event, changes his perspective on women forever, and unleashes desires
Asif never knew he had.
From
Gigolo Seduction…
“Are
your works always so intricate?”
She
shakes her head, again scanning the tower, though my eyes stay on her.
“Frescoes are always detailed and hard work, but this is way above and beyond.
Layering in kinetic elements to give moving light and dimensional depth is my
dream project come true. Most of my projects are just frescoes.”
“Just frescoes.” I laugh. “They’re noble
and valiant relics in the art world.”
“They’re
actually in high demand.” Her tone is matter-of-fact. “Though few people can
afford them.”
“Well,
you’ve outdone yourself here,” I affirm. Her smile is sincere, her pride
evident, elegant, enchanting.
“It’s
taken quite a long time to come together, and I’ve left the plasterer more than
a little frustrated on several occasions.”
“I
can’t imagine him staying angry for long….”
“They’ve
given me deep creative license over the project, so that’s saved my ass a
couple of times. It’s kind of mind-blowing to work on something so limitlessly
funded.”
Our
eyes lock for mere seconds and the silence is disturbing. “I was just going for
a bite to eat. Would you care to join me?”
Cass
nods. “I’d like to, but I need to finish this section. This medium doesn’t wait
well.”
She’s
genuinely interested and I want her to be. I want her to be as affected as I
am. Before I can prod further she asks, “Maybe another time?”
Reluctantly,
I follow her to the elevator. She opens it with a pass card attached to a cord
coiled on the drawstring of her pants. My eyes linger on the brilliant green
gem in her navel.
“What’s
your name?”
“Asif,”
I reply without hesitating. The sound is bare, like a secret revealed, though I
don’t understand why. I always use my real name.
MezzoFiction
author, Fierce is imagination shapeshifted as a scribe taunting blank pages and
carpal tunnel, neither of which are much use for deadlines. Close allies are impeccable
timing and a trusty masseuse. Being a switch I/ENFP doesn't hurt. For kicks
Fierce has other personas across several genres, tends to fill in “Other” on
surveys without explaining, and chooses the finality of the Japanese
Tamagotchi.
In summary: Fierce
write all kind of dirty things that you shouldn’t read, ever …
