Guest Post: Interview with Eva Lefoy for Lover Enslaved: 24 Hours in Mumbai
It is my pleasure to welcome Eva Lefoy for an interview for her novella Lover Enslaves: 24 Hours in Mumbai. Today we have 10 questions and an excerpt, along with where to buy links and where else you can find Eva online. Now, on with the interview!
How long have you been writing for?
Well that depends. Fiction or non-fiction? Science Fiction or Romance? Heh. That’s a complicated answer. Let’s just say about five years.
Who or what are your influences? Not necessarily other writers, but anything at all (music, art, people you’ve met.)
I can get ideas from movies, I can get ideas from reading other author’s works. Music can also stimulate stories. I wrote a blog post about a Justin Timberlake song inspired Sweet Cravings.
What is your writing routine? Or rather, what is your ideal sort of day that includes writing as well as everything else you need to get done?
I work 8-5, so a really good day for me is when I can get some writing done when the office empties out! Otherwise, I write in the evenings and on weekends. I try to stop and take a break before bed, because it allows me time to wind down, but sometimes I just stay up later!
What was the inspiration for Lover Enslaved: 24 Hours in Mumbai?
My co-worker gave me this really gnarly cold! Seriously! I was sooo sick. I was stuck at home. I started to write. I can’t really say what inspired me except a very high fever! Also, this story on male prostitution in Mumbai interested me more in the subject. As a male prostitute, Arjun is rather old, but he’s good looking.
What sort of research did you have to do for this novella, it not being a typical setting for an erotic romance? Luckily I have the absolute privilege of knowing fellow Decadent author Zee Monodee, who was oh-so-helpful, especially with the swear words! She has lived in Mumbai and graciously assisted me in the details.
Tell us a little about the main characters and their relationship (without spoilers of course. 😉 )
Thomas Barkley is a fired oil company contract negotiator. He ends up stranded in Mumbai and gets a surprise email from Madame Eve. Thomas’ first reaction is to wriggle out of it!
Arjun Mukesh has been a male prostitute for many years and he spent all his savings to request a date through the 1 Night Stand service. I think Madame Eve may have lowered her prices for this guy…. He has a lousy job and a jerk of a boss but stubbornly doesn’t see a way toward another life.
What part of the novella was the easiest to write, and what was the hardest?
The hardest part is always the ending. I did do some re-working on that in editing. The easiest parts were the love scenes. Yum!
What do you think will draw readers in the most?
I hope it is the relationship between the two men. I hope they like the characters and find the tone and the sexuality of the piece romantic.
You write across the board in terms of erotic romance (ie. varied genres and relationships.) Do you find it easy to switch or does each genre/relationship present different challenges?
I find it easy but it seems kind of crazy to say. I mean, I switch between dark romance to futuristic comedy to MM lovin’s without blinking an eye. Is that good for my brain? Who knows?
What is your next project?
I saw this call for submission on Absolute Write for Muse It Hot Publishing
Wild Darkness Calls – Theme for Short Stories – Call for Submission
And for some reason, a vampire started whispering in my ear. During my visit to the doctor’s office with my dad today, the other character told me how he really got those scars. Guess I have some re-writing to do!
And so it goes!
Thank you so much for having me here today. It’s a lovely place, and I hope to be back soon. I’ll bring tea or wine, whichever you prefer!
“What’s your name?”
Thomas swallowed the rich amaretto colored liquid in one go and set the empty on the side table. “Arjun.” He rolled the name over his tongue the same way he savored the spicy smoothness of the Scotch. “Have you always been a…gigolo, Arjun?”
Arjun sat cross-legged on the bed. “Oh yes. I was born into the caste. My mother gave birth to me in a brothel.”
God, this country and its backward system. Arjun will always be seen as lower here. That’s hardly fair. Thomas supposed Arjun’s social class shouldn’t matter to him. He was only there for the night. He picked up the other drink and stood near the end of the bed where Arjun sat. “So? Why did you have to choose the same line of work?”
Arjun blinked at him, his eyes wide. “I told you, I was born into the trade. There were no other choices for me. I started servicing men at the age of twelve.”
Shock rippled up Thomas’ back and disgust churned his stomach. He turned away to hide his face. Twelve years old? My God. They used him. They raped him. Anger simmered, and the need to tear Ranjeet limb from limb sunk its claws deep inside him. He set the glass back down with an unsteady hand.
“What about you? What is it you do for a living?”
He blinked at the man’s bubbly tone, so discordant with the thoughts in his own head it sounded like razor blades cutting stone. Running a hand through his hair, he paced as he tried to recover his tongue. “I…uh…actually just got fired this morning. I don’t have a job.”
Arjun’s lovely lips formed an O. “Luckyyyyy!”
“Ha!” He snorted. He’d never thought of it that way, but he supposed it might be seen as lucky not to have a job at all. Probably depended on the work.
Arjun slipped off the bed to stand before him. “You’re free now. You can do anything you want. I envy you.”
Thomas’ gaze roamed his latte-colored skin, took in the shiny black semi-curls, and settled on his eyes, the color of rich chocolate. He couldn’t help tracing the curve of Arjun’s cheek with his finger then continued the caress down his neck to work his way along the man’s polo shirt collar. He wanted to touch him, kiss him, very much.
“I didn’t expect you to be so….”
“Old? If you wish to have a younger man—”
Arjun lowered his lids, his black lashes fanning out.
I’ve embarrassed him. “You remind me of someone,” Thomas admitted, old feelings resurfacing. “Someone I used to love.”
Arjun opened his eyes, cocked his head to the side. “Is it a good memory, or a bad one?”
He frowned “A little of both.”
Arjun nodded sagely. “Yes, that is the way it is. Happiness contains, within itself, the seeds of its own destruction.”
He arched a brow. “You sound like a philosopher.”
That earned him an exasperated look. “Hello…. You realize you’re in India?”
Blurb and Buy Links
Stranded for twenty-four hours in Mumbai, India, contract negotiator, Thomas Barkley searches for a man who can make him forget his pain. When a trip through the red light district leaves him cold, he turns to Madame Eve’s service and finds a shot at redemption—but first, he has to survive it.
Indian male prostitute, Arjun, begged Madame Eve to set him up for one night of real pleasure. He knows better than to expect anything but a brief hiatus from his miserable life. When Thomas showers Arjun with tender and very real affection, his heart begins to ache for the more than a taste of the life he cannot have. Unfortunately, his boss Ranjeet won’t to let him go without a fight.
Amidst a spray of bullets, Thomas must convince Arjun to take a chance on a new life in America before it’s too late for both of them.
Author Bio and Contact
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.