Friday, December 15, 2017

J L Peridot ~ an interview and her novel ~ Chasing Sisyphus

J L Peridot

Author Bio:
JL Peridot writes romance and erotica from her home in sunny Western Australia. She’s a gamer, avid film & Netflix watcher, and mother of dragons two moody cats. She doesn’t believe in “happily ever after”, because life is turbulent and unpredictable. But she does believe love and friendship can get you through just about anything.


Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A: I’ll take almost any kind of music but thrash metal. Most of the time, though, I’m listening to synthwave, downtempo and ambient — those sounds had a lot of influence in the mood and worldbuilding for Chasing Sisyphus. My favourite song right now (which I quietly call Adria’s theme) is an 80’s nostalgia track called “Memories” by The Midnight.

Q: If your life were a movie, would it be considered an action film, comedy, drama, romance, fantasy or a combination?
A: A comedy-adventure with occasional heavy beats. As much as I’d like to call my life action-packed and dramatic, I live a fairly peaceful and introspective life with my partner of over a decade. We do have a lot of fun, but nothing as epic as, say, chasing a hacker through junkie town or saving our fair city.

Q: How do you feel about exercise?
A: It’s a mind game for me. If we’re talking about “getting exercise”, it sounds like a chore and I absolutely hate it. But when I look at it like playing, taking on a challenge, or working hard at something with my friends, I practically live for it.


Q: What is your favorite part of writing?
A: I love the craft of writing. My background is in programming, and I look at words the way I used to look at code. With the right combinations, you can stir up amazing emotions in a reader, taking them on incredible journeys into other worlds. Much like the Candy Crush app, I guess, but not as evil or pink.

Q: How do you handle a writer's block?
A: I’ve heard it’s best to push through it with more writing, but all that does is turn me mute. I need a proper, guilt-free break doing something unrelated to what I’m writing about. Sometimes writer’s block is a sign that I’m actually not interested in my own story, and it’s time to chuck it in the bin and move on.

Q: How does the man/woman in your life feel about the genre you write? Has he read any of your work?
A: He’s been incredibly supportive. If I may be blunt, I was initially afraid he’d think I was a slut. But he’s completely on board, and I feel we’ve both grown closer and grown up since. I feel the secret to success in any creative field is to have supportive people around you, encouraging you and helping you grow.


Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: Right now, I’m working on an office romance novel set on a space station — was intended for a Christmas release, but then Divinity: Original Sin 2 came out. That’s the game I’ve been waiting for all year. It pretty much destroyed my schedule!

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: No plans yet! I have a few short erotica and romance pieces incubating, but for the sake of the story, I let these truck along at their own pace.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: I’m most active on my twitter and my blog, but you can find me on instagram and facebook too. My novel, Chasing Sisyphus, is available via Amazon, Bookstrand and other major retailers.

Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.
A: Yes, I do. Here are the links:

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Bounty hunter Adria Yuan is hot on the trail of her final hit: a notorious hacker wanted by the city’s elite. With the reward, she can pay for her brother’s surgery and finally get out of Basilica City. Trouble is, her line of work’s not exactly legal, and she’s barely staying ahead of the cops who want her target, too.

Detective Rhys Carver may be a little unorthodox, but he’s a good cop. Born and bred in Basilica, he does his part to keep his city clean. As clean as it gets, at least. And with Adria suddenly in his sights, it’s going to take more than falling in love for him to let her go.

As the pair close in on their mark, they are unwittingly drawn into a high profile conspiracy that could thrust the whole of Basilica into chaos. Can Adria and Rhys set aside their differences, and their desires, to save the only home they know?

Adria took a deep breath. Then another. The air was too thick in here. Shadows and sparks crept over her vision. Why was the floor moving?

She fumbled for the doorknob. No dice. Dried her hand on the towel and tried again. Cool air flooded in. Sweat prickled her skin. She blinked hard and rubbed water from her eyes. The dull carpet beneath her seemed to stretch on forever, a giant tilting landscape meeting a worn wallpaper horizon.

Detective Carver stepped toward her. He held out a cup and motioned for her to take it. She tucked a finger in the handle and clutched it in both hands. A dark crack streaked the rim like a wrinkle in a knuckle. Meanwhile, her own knuckles were pale.

“I guess I should thank you”—he smiled—“you know, for saving my life.”

“Don’t mention it,” she whispered, vision clearing as she sucked in a breath of fresh motel air.

The detective’s shirt hung, still wet, on the back of a chair. The contours of his chest and abdomen showed through his dark undershirt, accentuated by the sheen of composite fabric under lamplight. A shallow dimple creased the edge of his smile.



They’d come so close to not making it. But he’d cuffed her round the front. He was the sort of cop who’d do a thing like that. And the few seconds it bought made all the difference.

That’s why she went back.

He stood in front of her and knocked back his shot, the muscles in his wrist and arm flexing and twisting with the motion.

“Hey”—he looked at her—“something the matter?”

Heart racing, she downed her drink without a word and reached for him. She pulled his face to hers. His skin was warm. His breath was warm. Beneath the smell of liquor and earthy river water lurked the aroma of another person. A breathing person who caught her as she fell into him, as she kissed him, fumbling for something to hold onto.

The detective let go of his cup. It landed next to hers on the carpet. She kicked them both away. Her lips recognised him, recognised the sensation of life breathing between them both. Only this time, he was alive, too, hot and moving. His arms gripped her, holding her as she pushed her body toward him, against the growing need under his clothes. She was a buoy, slammed into him by waves in a storm. He clung to her, seizing fistfuls of her hair.

“What are we doing?” he gasped.

“We almost died tonight.”

She kissed him again, seeking his tongue where their lips met. Her nimble fingers worked the clasp of his belt. When it was undone, she peeled his undershirt from his muscular torso. His skin was cold beneath her touch, or were her hands hot from the shower? She looked at him. Right in the eye. She guided his hands up her waist and watched him intently.

“Fuck that, right?”

“Yeah”—he nodded—“fuck that.”

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