Guest blog: Leontii Holender

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Leontii Holender lives in the sleepy little town of Greenville, South Carolina. She was born in Boston, Massachusetts and was raised all across the United States. She has lived mostly in the southern states with large cities. She's called New Orleans, Memphis, and Atlanta home, just to name a few. She moved into the area in order to help take care of her ill mother and has since found herself with a plethora of free time to write.

Leontii has been writing for about eight years now and is a full-time author. The writing bug bit her rather early in her life and since she discovered she enjoyed it, she hasn’t stopped. She started writing short stories in high school and has since moved on to focus on novels. She likes writing erotic fiction the most and tends to lean towards strong elements of horror, suspense, fantasy, mythos, and the paranormal.

Behind the Scenes with Leontii Holender

Ø Do you see writing as a career?

Yes! Though my hours are hardly ‘regular’ in a 9 to 5 sense, I write every day. I never really realized what a demanding profession it is, but it’s one I find intensely enjoyable. The rewards far outweigh the hours of work. At the end of the day, I can feel satisfied that maybe someone out there can take something away from what I’ve written.

Ø Do you recall how your interest in writing originated? What were you like in grade school?

I’d be lying if I said high school was an easy time for me. Growing up in a small southern town with liberal views was hard. I stood up for what I believed in to the popular kids and bullies, which often meant I was subjected to a lot of their picking. As a teen, I think I suffered from a lot of what most do—angst, trying to find my place, and depression. I escaped through a painful school experience and a rough home through literature. Art, writing, and reading were what I turned to in order to escape. Writing has always been an outlet for me, and I’m so lucky I was able to make it into my career.

Ø Were you good at English?

Yes. I took honor English courses all through high school and excelled in them in college.

Ø What are your ambitions for your writing career?

To reach as many readers as possible is my biggest ambition. I love writing for indie publishing companies, so I don’t think being published by one of the big six would is a way to reach that goal. Instead, I want to hone my writing skills and produce quality novels that readers can identify with and enjoy. Maybe along the way it might help them learn something new about themselves.

Ø Which writers inspire you?

Anne Rice, Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and too many more to feasibly list.

Ø Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

In my upcoming release, Haunting Memories [The Garden of Elich series], Sivney is a vampire that was turned with the sole purpose of working for the Garden. The Garden is the main organization in authority over the paranormal world in this series. Members of the Garden serve as the law enforcement, investigators, and the sheer brute force that makes sure everyone plays nice. Sivney works as an investigator for the Garden’s main council of power, which is in located Italy. I think that’s a pretty special occupation!

MAITHE’S SURRENDER [DEVIL IN CHAINS 1]

Maithe is a halfling demon whose kind has been forced into servitude by the human race. In his quest for freedom, he finds the human prince Astle Hadean standing in his way. The prince isn't exactly what he appears to be, and Maithe can't decide if he should trust the intoxicating devil or run the other way as fast as he possibly can.

Maithe finds it hard to deny the power that the human has over him. He can hardly breathe around the prince, and Astle seems to become more irresistible with every passing moment. Should he stick around to figure out what he is feeling for Astle, or should he bide his time until he can be free of the prince? The choice is taken away from him when Astle's life comes in jeopardy and Maithe must risk it all to save a member of the very race that binds him in chains.

ADULT EXCERPT

 “You sound so sure that you would be able to handle me, Astle. Will you know what to do with me if you have me?”

Tickling over ribs as he went, the prince’s gloved hand ran about the smooth plane of Maithe’s side. His touch circled back to the small of his back so that he could press the smaller form of the halfling down against him. Maithe released a groan of desire that somehow slipped unwillingly past his lips. His thin body was getting a mind of its own. While his intellect screamed for him to get away from this human, his body was begging to be taken by Astle.

“Let me show you,” Astle murmured just before the gap between their mouths was eradicated.

There was no stopping what was about to happen. Maithe had never been able to stave off his desires. Astle had opened a voracious chasm within him that would only be sated by the prince that lay beneath of him. Maithe felt his grip on what little sanity he possessed slipping between his fingers. Just as when more nefarious longings beckoned, Maithe held off until the last possible moment. It was clear now that he was explicitly trapped in the clutches of Astle. There would be no easy escape from the human.

Astle’s fingers wrapped about the thin chain holding his loin cloth in place about the slender swell of feminine hips. The chain was yanked off with little hesitation by the vicious prince in a fluid motion that was sure to leave a bruising impression in the small halfling’s tender flesh. Sooner than he thought possible, Maithe’s body was bared to Astle. Maithe knew that his smooth porcelain flesh was molded about lithe muscle and slightly effeminate curves. Since early adolescence the mixture of lean muscles and plump hips had often been called enough to drive any man wild.

Beneath the prince’s hands, a salacious side of Maithe was given life. A soft, crooning groan rushed against the meshed tangle of hungry mouths. Astle didn’t waste time in exploring the hellion’s body. The prince’s hands started at the slender form of his sides and moved their way downward to the curve of his bottom. A loud smack rang into the room as the prince brought his hand crashing down onto the hellion’s pale cheek. Maithe jerked in response to the pain blossoming across silk flesh. He could feel that his milky complexion was going to be stained with a pink imprint that just so happened to outline the shape of the prince’s hand.

Maithe released a hungry growl. He needed to feel Astle’s bare body against his own. The little angel set to work on removing the elder’s clothing. The prince’s jacket was pushed off his shoulders and idly tossed to the ground. Fingers ripped at his vest and the expensive shirt underneath of it. Buttons were sent whizzing to the front as inhuman strength ripped open the front of the man’s shirt.

Needy fingers explored the washboard surface of Astle’s chest and abdomen. The man was cut as if he had been born into a life of military duty. His skin was the color of warm caramel, a shade that wasn’t so easily found in Solindira. Everything about the prince called to Maithe, begging him to become more entwined within him. Astle released a delightful groan as the hellion’s deft fingers kneaded over the hard form of his cock through the soft material of his trousers.

Astle hustled to pop open the few buttons that were painfully restricting his erection from freedom. Once the last button was popped, his thick phallus slipped from the material and sprung into the halfling’s line of sight. Astle was well blessed with a cock that adequately fit his strong frame. What was more impressive than the length of the prince’s shaft was its thick girth. His thin fingers confidently curled around the rock-hard flesh. Pressure was applied by Maithe’s strong grip. More teasing than the tight heat wrapped about Astle’s cock was the slow and languid strokes the little angel used to torment the other.

Maithe didn’t take long to savor the sight and feel of Astle’s thick cock. It looked like the prince wouldn’t have allowed the continuance of such teasing for much longer. Instead, he slid his body downward so that the tip of Astle’s leaking member might brush against the untainted entrance of his body. Pre-cum helped aid the wet sliding motion of his tip rubbing back and forth along the deep valley of the hellion’s backside. Maithe was set on what he wanted, and there was no deterring him from taking it at this point. Astle didn’t appear to mind from the looks of it. Their gazes were locked, affixed on one another for a mere moment before their lips returned to one another.

Astle’s teeth nipped at the hellion’s fragile bottom lip and saw to ripping open a soft patch of flesh. Blood oozed from the wound only to die upon the prince’s tongue. Astle appeared to have a taste for the coppery crimson liquid from the sound of the ravenous groan that he released. The taste of blood excited Maithe. It always had. He couldn’t help the urge to return the favor. His vicious teeth ripped into the human’s bottom lip in what was likely to result in a scarring mark. Blood burst into his mouth with such an invigorating potency.

As if in payment for his suffering, Maithe slid his body downward and slowly forced the thick girth of Astle’s tip past the tight ring of muscles that guarded the heated depths of his body. The smaller hellion gasped as he felt the thick cock sliding up into him. It was the first time that another had been given the privilege of taking his body. In truth, it was the first time that a single person had laid eyes on his undressed form in many years.

The crown prince released a hearty groan as Maithe gasped out into the warm still of the room. His whole body was trembling. Astle wrapped his arms about the hellion to steady him and draw him in closer at the same time. The horned hellion’s head fell back as eyes lulled to the back of his skull. His body lowered until the entirety of Astle’s cock was jammed into the tight confines of his body. It was then that the prince would take control of the show.