Monday, November 5, 2012

My Fair Dork by Daisy Harris - Virtual Tour and Giveaway

The Menagerie welcomes the very talented author Daisy Harris to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, a M/M romance titled "My Fair Dork" and interview her.

Even better, Daisy will be awarding a large-size dildo, a scented penis candle, as well as a $20 gift certificate to the winner’s choice of Barnes and Noble or Amazon to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so leave one today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. Her tour posts are listed here.

Now, on to the good stuff!

Describe yourself in three words.

Spunky, funny, motivated. I’d add unorganized, but that would be four. *G*

Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

Hmm. I’m not really sure. I generally look at stock images to get ideas for my main characters. A big reason for this is that it’s easier for me to fine-tune a character’s appearance to a stock image that matches than it is to find a stock image to match a character’s appearance.

I suppose Harold Jacobs would be played by a teenage Patrick Dempsey. Teenage Patrick Dempsey was not only dorky, but also self conscious and slightly manic. Though Harold is calmer, his mind always goes a mile a minute. So that high-strung energy would suit him. Or, I could see him played by Anthony Michael Hall. But AMH was a little TOO manic for Harold’s personality.

Owen McKenzie would be played by teenage Emilio Estevez. Or perhaps Avan Jogia (to give a more modern example.) Emilio Estevez looks more like him, but Avan Jogia has that effortless star quality.

What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?

My favorite movie kiss of all time was the scene in The Breakfast Club where Molly Ringwald sneaks into the closet where Vernon is keeping Judd Nelson. As you may have gathered, I have a thing for 80’s high school movies.

What’s your wildest fantasy?

I’m a pretty wild person, so my fantasies are pretty tame. A man who takes out the garbage without being asked, children who clean their rooms… It’s the simple things that feel like the hardest to attain.

If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why? 

I could do without my hearing. Things often feel too loud to me and I prefer to read than to listen. I supposed I’d have to learn sign language, and that would take some work. But I’m a much more visual person than an auditory one.

What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

I was a goody-two-shoes child, but a horrible teenager. Basically, I turned from Hermione Granger into Joan Jett in Jr. High. I snuck out, drank, ran around with boys. Honestly, it was a much wilder time than it is now. All the teenagers I know now are honest and good. They hardly do anything wrong.

My husband sometimes worries about the trouble our daughters will get into when they’re older, but I remind him that if I survived my youth, they’re certain to make it to 20 unscathed.


Boxers or Briefs?

I prefer boxer-briefs, best of both worlds, and the guys on the ads for them are mega-hot.

Top or Bottom?

I’ve always assumed everyone wants to bottom. In fact, it’s funny because in my 6th Holsum College book, Pride and Politics, the characters delve into some D/s stuff at the end and while some readers loved that aspect to the story, others felt like they were surprised that my hero Steve would want to be a sub in that relationship.

But, I figured—doesn’t everyone want to be the sub in a D/s relationship? Personally, I’m not into BDSM at all, but it seems like everyone on the planet wants to be spanked and bossed around and fucked. So when a couple readers said, “He didn’t seem like that kind of guy”, I was like, “Aren’t all guys that kind of guy when given a chance?”

See, his co-hero Hunter is such a cold, harsh, bossy person. It seemed like a waste for anyone to be with Hunter and not take advantage of that part of his personality. Like, I’m a great cook. My husband isn’t “the kind of guy” to expect his wife to cook all the time. But, I am a good cook, so he avails himself of my skills.

Of course, my thoughts on the top/bottom dynamic leads to the occasional fight for the bottom in early drafts of my stories, when my characters are all, “No, you top!”, “Oh no, I don’t need to, I’m happy for YOU to top.” But I generally get that all worked out by the time I’m reading to submit the story.

Pajamas or nude?

Pajamas. For myself at least. I’m perfectly happy for my characters to sleep nude.

Hairy chests or smooth?

I’ve always preferred hairless guys. The first love of my life was Asian, and hence had no body hair, and my husband, though white, is pretty low on the body hair scale.

However, I am not a fan of manscaping. Stubble is way worse than hair, and I hate it when I see a romance cover with a guy who’s supposed to be rough and ready and all barbaric, and I can see his bikini wax is growing out.

:::Shivers and gags:::

The older I get, the more I appreciate some fur on a guy. But maybe that’s because my husband, though smooth for a guy of forty, is getting fuzzier with each passing year.

Alpha or Beta?

Beta all the way. I like my heroes funny, sarcastic, neurotic, tentative, and sweet. Confession: I’ve never been one for contemporary male-female romance, because I can’t stand the hardcore alpha males.

The obligatory spanking (and/or shaming) scene? Ew, ew, ew!

A major reason I write M/M romance is that I like my characters to be equals. Or at least to have the potential to be equals. I’ll never write a book like 50 Shades of Grey, but so be it. I like my men nice. Well, except for Hunter Ford. I like him when he’s an ass.

They say a guy can never be too hung. Well, Harold Jacobs doesn’t know who they are, but they’re wrong. Socially awkward for as long as he can remember, Harold feels his enormous package is just one more thing to be embarrassed about. Especially once hunky and popular Owen McKenzie notices it in the showers.

Owen knows he’s bi, but he keeps that secret close to his chest. He likes Harold, and wants to help him shed his dorky image and maybe even find a boyfriend. Still, Owen can’t stop obsessing about Harold’s equipment. And much as he doesn’t want to flip-flop on his sexuality, Owen does want to test-drive what Harold has between his legs.

Their friendship erupts into full-blown lust. But can Owen accept the loss of his golden child status and be Harold’s boyfriend? And can Harold outgrow his insecurity in time to keep the man he loves?

He put his hands on the girl’s hips and started to sway into her from behind. They weren’t the only people three-way dancing, so it didn’t feel too weird. But Harold still kept his eyes closed so he wouldn’t have to see Owen staring at him across the barrier of the girl’s presence.

It wasn’t bad, pressing against her back. She was soft, and her ass squishy. The round globes of it kept bumping into Harold’s hips. But he wasn’t too bothered. She smelled like perfume, and felt more like cuddling into a comfy blanket than anything remotely sexual. Harold was happy not to be worried about getting an erection for once in his life.

The girl leaned back and hooked her hand back behind Harold’s head. Then Owen followed suit. First his hand covered hers, and then Owen eased his hand to the side, so he was cupping Harold’s nape.

And Harold sprung wood. It happened so fast that he was grinding it up into the girl’s butt crack before he even realized what was going on.

He tucked his hips back, and wrenched his head out of Owen’s hold. Harold pulled away from the two of them, but although he wanted to storm out of the party like he had from Eta Xi, he held back. After all, for once he’d gotten a boner while touching a girl. It must have been some kind of miracle.

“Wow.” The girl gave him a flirty wink. She’d never stopped dancing, though she moved away from Owen to come to his front. “Is that a salami in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?”

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

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Anonymous said...

I can't believe I don't know Avan Jorgia...where have I been? And Hermione Granger turning into Joan Jett would be a teen movie that I'd watch, absolutely...


Anonymous said...

He's one of those Nickelodeon hotties we're not supposed to find sexual even though Nickelodeon does everything they can to make them look like someone you want to throw up against a juke box.

Makes me remember Joan Jett. "Saw him standing there by the record machine. Knew he must have been about seventeen..."

June M. said...

I had to look up who Avan was, but he is a cute boy (way too young for me though, lol). I have to admit that I do like some BDSM stories a lot. When written well, they can be very sexy.
Loved the excerpt. Poor Harold, thought he was safe with the girl between him & Owen but all it took was one touch from Owen!
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