All Of Her Men by Lourdes Bernabe blog tour

What does Lourdes Bernabe want us to know about her?   As a writer what drives you? Knowledge. The pursuit of knowledge is what keeps me goi...

What does Lourdes Bernabe want us to know about her? 

As a writer what drives you?
Knowledge. The pursuit of knowledge is what keeps me going every single day. I can never learn enough and writing is a great way to cultivate that knowledge. Even as a child, I always wanted to know more. I was that annoying kid that always asked why, why why for everything. I visited the library almost daily and then as I got older, I went to the book store. Online, I stuffed my brain with news articles and in college, I took classes that I actually wanted to absorb and not just get a grade for. And now, I have the luxury of staying home and reading and writing until my eyes burn and I pass out.

I just want to know it all and more importantly, I want to share it with everyone.

As a woman what drives you?
The struggle. Being a woman is a struggle in every sense of the word. Being a man in this world is difficult but being a woman is so much worse. There are great things about being a woman but it also has its drawbacks. Double standards have existed since the beginning of time and don't appear to be going anywhere.

Because I am a woman I've seen many of the struggles that women face. Thankfully, I was born on this side of the hemisphere where women aren't oppressed as badly as in other parts of the world but that doesn't mean we get to play on an even playing field. You've always got to work so much harder than a man to prove yourself and earn respect.

Ultimately, earning respect is the ultimate goal I think for all women. We want to be respected and taken seriously.

How much of yourself is hidden in the characters in your books?
A lot more than there should be. Every single person in my novel represents someone close to me. There isn't a single character in the book that is not very real to me. The characters in All of Her Men are caricatures of people I have deep personal connections to and Jolene herself was born out of a fantasy of what and who I could have been in another life. No, I'm not a serial killer but Jolene is a human being and she shares many flaws and character traits with me.

Describe yourself in 5 words.
 Brutally honest and unapologetically flawed.

Sex and the City…which character would you be? and not be?
Oh I'm definitely a Samantha. I pretty much agreed with everything Samantha said or did on that show. I understood her character so well. She lived her life to her own expectations and there isn't enough of that in books or in movies. You'd think there is but there really isn't.

I definitely was not a Charlotte. I loved her and I could appreciate who she was and the women she represented but I disagreed with her warped sense of entitlement. I felt as if she thought the world owed her a husband, happy marriage and children, along with all the money and was a cry baby when things didn't go her way. I felt really sad for her actually. However, she was a wonderful friend.

 What are you working on right now?
Currently, I'm working on Book 2 of The Jolene Hedon Series. I'd like to say it will be out soon but I'm writing and researching at the same time. The story will delve deeper into the psyche of a serial killer and also into the mind of the man who doesn't really know his patient is a serial killer. I want to see how far I can push boundaries in this second book. I'm having a lot of fun with it.

The old adage, "Write what you know."
How can you write what you do not know? You write what you know but that doesn't mean you shouldn't research. As a writer you should constantly be reading books, papers, magazines, blogs, newspapers and anything else you can get your hands on. Writing is lonely at times and you need to find ways to learn about different cultures, relationships, people, places, things. So yes, of course you write your experiences or ideas, but they are not spontaneous. Everything has to come from something so you always have to go out and find those inspirations that allow you to grow.

 Favorite song, color, tv series, movie, food, drink.
 Song - Hotel California - The Eagles
 Color - Blue
 TV Series - right now, Breaking Bad, in a month it'll be The Walking Dead
 Movie - Fight Club
 Food - Lasagne
 Drink - Tequila

Do you have specific techniques you use to develop the plot and stay on track?
I write and then I pause a lot to think. And then I rethink and rethink till I'm frustrated. Also, I read a lot of books on technique but I think the ideas flow as you write and the technique needs to come after the bulk of the story is down. You can always play with stuff later. In my experience, I see where the story goes and what pops up in head and I work it out. The great thing about writing fiction is there are no rules. You can really do whatever you want. You try to have it make sense and all but really, you have the power to go in any which way you choose.

Where does your inspiration come from?
It's funny because before I started writing, I always thought I couldn't because I couldn't develop enough ideas in my head. I wondered how Stephen King, James Patterson, Charlaine Harris and every other author consistently came up with fresh ideas. Now I realize that once your mind is in gear, your brain is always on alert and you develop this sort of third eye for stuff. You start to see the wonderful intricacies that can be found all around you if you care enough to look. Every little motion or emotion is enough to be a catalyst for a great story if thought out enough.

All of Her Men - Jolene Series#1
Release date: June 6th, 2013

Jolene is no ordinary woman. She’s young, vivacious, and oh so dangerous. Burdened by her uncontrollable urges, Jolene struggles to live with a sexual dysfunction so harsh it consumes her entirely. 

But when she starts receiving strange letters she suspects the worst. Someone saw her in a compromising situation. But what did they see? And what do they want? And how the hell did they find her?

Lying down on the bed, I ignored Eric and slowly started to rub my clitoris. I kept my eyes on the threesome on screen. The bud helped to get things moving and I wanted Eric to join me. “Baby come eat my pussy,” I whispered over to him. He got up from the bed and come over to my side but he held something in his hand. As he came closer it gleamed and shock ran through me. It was a knife. 
It wasn’t my usual knife but it was THE knife. The one I received just recently. “Jolene, what is this?” he asked. 
What could I say? I didn’t have an answer that would satisfy his question. I felt clueless as to how to respond. I was panic stricken and I wondered how much of it he was able to pick up on. I pulled myself up to a sitting position on the bed and quickly grabbed it from his hand. 
“How did you find this?” I asked wielding the knife. The sharp edge of the knife glimmered in his direction. I was stalling, unsure of my next move.
“I was looking for a movie in your bookshelf. I saw a box and opened it. Why the fuck do you have this? When did you get it?” Confusion contorted his facial features. His thoughts began to settle and I saw fear. And that fear tormented me. The last thing I ever wanted was for Eric to be afraid of me. I enjoyed toying with him sexually, yes. But I could never hurt Eric in any way.
“We’ll talk about this later,” I dismissed his questions. I knew what I had to do. 
I laid back down into the bed slowly. I opened my legs as I stared directly into Eric’s eyes. With knife in hand, I pointed at my pussy. Bringing the knife down gently, I carefully nicked the black thong and it flung open to reveal just how aroused I had become. 
“Eat my pussy,” I repeated. However, this time, it was a command.
Eric’s eyebrow popped up and his neck twisted to the side as if he’d taken offense to my words. His green eyes shot back and forth between my face and my pussy. Still confused about the knife, I could see the questions mounting on his face. But still, none of that was enough to stop the blood rushing to his dick. He climbed into the bed and put his face directly in front of my open legs. He stopped to enjoy the scenery for a moment or two and then dove right in. 
Dear Jesus. I laid back to enjoy the view of Eric devouring me in the form of The Last Supper. His passion to serve me was unquestionable. The ruffled hair atop his head was all I could see as his face was lost in the world between my thighs. My palm squeezed the all powerful knife in my right hand and the surge of carnal bliss threw me into a state of pleasurable despair. I needed more and I couldn’t wait. I tapped the tip of the blade on Eric’s head motioning for him to come up. 
Eric pulled his weight forward. His face came up to meet mine and then he grabbed my head with a powerful grip and forced his mouth onto mine. I could taste myself on his tongue. Delicious. Still I wanted more. I shifted down a bit and shoved his hips into mine. I was lost in carnal bliss.
The sounds of heavy breathing were the only sounds escaping from Eric’s mouth. Still, Blondie continued to suck those cocks on screen. They put her to work. Hopefully, Eric wouldn’t take note of the movie’s slight distraction. His thrusts slowly increased in speed and pressure. I was almost there. Mandingo continued to fuck Blondie viciously while Eric continued to pound away at me. I squeezed the knife once more. 
My thoughts began to take a starker turn. The knife was right here, nestled in my firm grasp. Brand new, having never been used; I felt it calling upon me. Using the knife on Eric right here would make the perfect maiden voyage for such a beautifully crafted knife? My own thoughts bewildered me. I knew I didn’t want to kill Eric. Yet, suddenly I felt as if I had to. 
My instincts were comparable to that of a praying mantis. There were certainly times when I could withhold myself from killing an innocent partner. I’d hoped that part of me, the part that didn’t need to kill, would show up and save me from my own self. But I could feel myself coming. “Harder baby!” I screamed. Containment was no longer a possibility. My eyes squeezed shut and my neck curled back. The knife in my hand came up and sliced across Eric’s neck as my body convulsed in harsh waves of pleasure. 
Then I felt the quiet. Everything stood still as I regained control of my breathing. Moments passed by before my eyes fluttered open to see that I had not indeed killed my precious Eric. I’d wanted to. But I hadn’t. Thank God. My imagination had simply gone too far. Better it be my imagination than my actions. 
Eric disengaged and I remained in the same position for a while longer. I couldn’t move. I could have moved had I tried, I simply lacked the motivation to do so. I just wanted to be. Droopy lids shaded half my eyes as I stared into the ceiling while both my body and mind recovered from the aftershocks of a pulsating orgasm. I rested blissfully for a few short moments and then I shot up out of bed like a canon. 



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  1. Thanks for the giveaway!!! *fingers crossed*

  2. Sounds like a great book, and I want to hsang out with Lourdes. I loved the interview.



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